One day they will read about us, while we are cloistered away somewhere or perhaps no longer in each others arms. They will not read about us per se, they will not know that the love stories that are coming through the radio or causing pages to turn in books from the...
There’s an emptiness sweeping the valleys between my finger tips. A darkness cooling over the warmth that once was your lips. You’ve caught my eye, stolen my stare. A dream but yet a nightmare. Sailing away in her oceans brings me to a blissful sadness...
The one thing he hated more than anything was the sound of breaking glass. The way it cracked on the ground, the marble amplifying the sound, the shards exploding all over the place. That was the first clue, the shattering. The soft whipping sound from her clothing...
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