How A Guy Loves A Chic

She, being clad in white under a long coat fitted for fashion trade, toasted a friend as if she were a mad scientist among corpses in death halls with a man made monster. She, in black and white shadows and light, made proposals and turned out fables of the common places people go. She stole hearts and bits and brought them to life. Hoorah! Hoorah! Bride of electricity remember music soothes the beast.

He, being scarred and torn prone to self destruct and as fragile as printed paper posters announcing some big event, had as many as ten to twenty words to say; enough just to paint a picture while standing in front of spectators, willing to read his poem to her.


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