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The face of Helios smiles down upon my brow.

There was no need for such a desire.

We only met twice, the first as fleeting as a glance.

She was never perfect.

Nothing tastes fouler than the bitter agony of deceit.

Why is it such a beautiful sickness if so many suffer?

My eyes upon you causes warmth to erupt throughout my body.

I believe I am lost, but someone finds me.

Two lovers separated by death.

She only wanted perfection.