8. vesuvius & pompeii

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brick by brick, you destroy her.
you destroy her like vesuvius to pompeii.

and she's clinging to the ruins of what she once was, heartstrings torn apart. all that's left from her's bruise-kissed knuckles, lavender comets blooming on pale skin. she lets herself sink this time, 'cause falling's always been the easiest part.

after all, icarus threw his head back and laughed as he fell.

cupid shoots with a bow and arrow, darling, can't you see that some loves are bound to hurt you from the start?

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