Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.
And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
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