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Blah vbah fiction blah blah - Portrait of a Young Man as The Artist — LiveJournal
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Blah vbah fiction blah blah
I was sunk the moment I existed for her. In blackened alleys where we violated time, I gave up everything I knew of sanity.
She offered her world in cadenced pleas not to stop I listened only as far as I dared. Screaming release and I drop her hard onto cardboard and newspaper.

She was afraid. I was torrid. In bars where night is king and drinks are cheap - sex is the only casualty. Her existence is a vacuum of meaning. Sidestepping the morning, I descended upon her fire.
I had to have her eyes.

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lady_fox From: lady_fox Date: October 13th, 2004 09:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
I like your fiction. For probably the same reason you don't.

fire hair.... it could have been brighter, but that might have ruined the mood....
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