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Adoration. by OSD.

YOU ARE ON THE LEDGE. AFRAID TO STEP OFF.

With each second that passes. The weight of your thoughts becomes heavier. 

You are coming undone. 

You've fought for a long time now to prevent yourself from falling. 

You understand that some powers are impossible to resist, and

some forces are inevitable. 

your trajectory is sealed. 

and as the clock ticks off the seconds of your life...

you know that you owe each one to me. 

XO, BARDOT. 

p.s. With each item, the story unfolds...

Processing. by OSD.

Imagine walking up. I am seated at a table. In public. Outside. 

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Now you are Bowing. 

Transaction briskly Handled. Cash on the table. 

And without a word,

Her eyes sear into your plasma.

You are sent off. With no hope of forgetting. 

 

You crawl away.

Depleted. Rinsed. 

Did anyone notice? 

Do you even exist? 


 

xo, Bardot. 

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