Served.

All the technical jargons for the new job is driving me insane. I'm definitely a tech-idiot!

Somebody help me!

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Beyond the fantasy.

That reality I let slip, carelessly tossed to the wind without caution.

That delirious freedom, with its coppery after-taste on the tip of the tongue.

That emotional bath, which cleanses and heals the soul within.

That accidental embrace, unleashing a dormant desire within.

Of all the slipping and sliding, of all those who stood by watching.

Of all those who held out in vain, of all those who jumped right in.

Of all those who loved so fiercely, of all those who's hurting so deeply.

Of all those who lost their minds, of all those who gained clarity.

That delicious slip, a slash of the soul.

That devils' trade, the exchange of souls.

That forbidden fruit, of exotic taste.

That evil eye, it bores right through you.

Let go, my child.

Let the freedom embrace.

Seek no truth from it.

Tell no lies to it.

Listen.

Watch.

Touch.

Inhale.

Awaken those senses, ever so still.

Prick the index, let the crimson flow.

Core of life, clown of heart.

Purple diamond, emerald crystal.

One day she's here, the next she's gone.

Those bright eyes so deep, the window of souls.

Those rubies so tender, leaves strawberry kisses.

Those traces so gentle, of downs and feathers.

Devil or angel?

No one knows for sure.