Everything you say and do is Gold. And I--am King Midas.
I crave your voice.
I ache for your words.
I love the brilliance of your every utterance.
And I will learn the hard way--that all that glitters is not gold.
But I will always long for your touch. Which is hundreds times more destructive and addictive.
And I will never learn my lesson.
Because I wish not to.
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