infinite responsibility

The world twisted around me, the drunken chaos of a weekend gone late and later, weariness crept into my thought, forgetting the passions of loving and wanting, escaping, repetitions reinforcing the whirling passions, the chance in Delphi’s eyes gleamed harshly, the rebellious youth suddenly subdued by the weight of infinite responsibility, a fire locked away, a light fiercely dimmed sitting uncharacteristically somber, lost in thoughts forever removed from the escape so lately surrendered to the baby in her belly.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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