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np prelude 4she limped to the icebox. she laid down and grimaced as the ice made contact with her labia. nude, her nipple rings shone in moonlight. it was going to hurt to piss. she sighed and smiled despite her pain. happiness.np prelude 4
by ~Ieolia
np prelude 3she was crumpled on the ground. it took her 25 seconds to roll over. everything was screaming raw.np prelude 3
she knew what they would say, especially about him. she would fight the urge to choke them. or maybe they would finally accept it, him, and them, she thought, as her breathing mellowed. the concrete pressured her bruised shoulder blades. they were her reminders of how much she was in love.
by ~Ieolia
np prelude 2'where did you go?' she asked behind her, facing the counter. his arms wrapped around her bruises. he whispered in her hair, 'nowhere important.' she turned into him. 'it doesn't matter, you're back now.' she put her head into his chest, eyes closed, and floated away.np prelude 2
by ~Ieolia
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romeo and juliet were youngyou know she is lying.romeo and juliet were young
you reason with your belt and it hangs like dark clouds against the skin that pulls with the excuse of gravity.
scientists know nothing about real weight, about real pressure, force and electricity (a hospital full of cut-outs and windows; a sprinkling
&nbs
by ~livingcomforteagle
ign.onei express loss in doubt and gravity. you said life snapped its fingers and wanted you dead. i shook my head because i know how your head turns things over into big oak trees and beautiful sunsets. my mom asked me if i wanted toign.one
go. if i wanted to leave and never turn my head back once, to feel some sort of
self-righteous lump in the back of my throat. i replied in blinking my eyes, slowly at first, then faster until they
decided to dance under puddles with you, and everyone else listening &nb
by ~mesmeric-revelation
ign.four"It's hard laughing these days," she says, quite bloodless and full of whatever magnets are made out of. I've sighed before. I've sighed a lot before, but it's been a while. I don't think I mean the content sort of sigh that escapes one's mouth after eating all of Thanksgiving. I think I mean the restless sigh. The wondering sigh. The horrible sigh that overwhelms andign.four
drops to the ground with a thud.
I think.
This is all one big technical difficulty. /
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