AN ECTOPIC RELATIONSHIP

Out of all the peripherally arranged follicles she chose the cornua which I never understood. Was it the addiction for danger or passion for narrowed ignorance ? Drowned in an ocean of narcissistic ascites of false promises, Admired her reflection in red tinged fluid, whilst the situation had grown toxic than methotrexate. That's when I ignited the ring of wildfire, the beacon of reality to an invisible saving force against a war of rupture. Eventhough I was vacant now, never felt alive as I once was, close to her fimbriae.

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