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I once met a man named August, The epitome of his name.. He was the calm before the storm, The heat before the violent season of hurricanes he caused in me..

He was my genesis, my beginning, the creation of all things beautiful..his thoughts were simple and pure, his touch that of rainfall in May; exhilarating, relentless and wonderfully dangerous. I had never smiled so much.. He was my night and day, his heart my sun and his eyes my galaxy; infinite beauty that left me forever lost..

My August was a snake in the grass..a wildly exotic serpent that thrived off trickery and guilt; He saturated himself in lust and we bathed together, sin dripping off of him, permeating my skin, seeping into my heart..I was where he wanted me to be..

Emotion was a one woman game; I played alone while he had already won..

I once loved a man named August, The epitome of his name; the close to a hot, romantic season, full of memories and no regret..the beginning of my favorite..autumn.