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A Conclusion To ThousandsMind the gap,A Conclusion To Thousands
Between the jester and his queen:
Because that is where I reside,
Where I try to act
As a human divide
A rush of wind to the face brushes past me, him, and her as the last train from Euston Square arrived. I saw her face, gauche and tired as she stood the left of me with her arms folded and letting out a sigh as she permitted the train to pass. Sentimental, awkward, footsteps behind her as a he approached, his right hand extended to her's out of an annoying habit, the reason why he shouldn't have come. Noticing his touch, she took a step to the right and our should
by ~99cent-dreams
A Silhouette Of TailsThe creatures, known as londoners, huddled together to shelter for warmth from their harsh environment.A Silhouette Of Tails
Thunder is expanding, the rain is weighing it down.
The storm's quiet, you were scarcely aware.
The creatures, they know they will all drown.
They gathered together leafs with painted figures. With study, one realises that the more ornate a leaf was, the more valued the possessor. It seemed odd that those with none remained in the group, and it gives question as to what moral construct our subjects have, for if praise is given to the valued, then why not punishment to the others? What then
by ~99cent-dreams
Dark GreenIt's 6am, Saturday morning. Kingston High Street, South London. I can't believe I was worried they wouldn't have starbucks here.Dark Green
Early morning is the best time of day. It's cold, but it's a good frost, like a serenity which nearly warms and cleanses you. For a moment you forget last night and omit what took place and what you said. The soft blue sky acts as a facade for our recollections. The quiet whistle of wind and the lack of pedestrians lightly mute and preserve your feeling of innocence; no matter your scaly skin, harsh, crude, gruff of a voice, and clumsy walk: you don't feel rough. The eye of the storm, which is the morni
by ~99cent-dreams
Pretty Bored With Life~ I've become pretty bored with life lately...Pretty Bored With Life
Café had become turbulent as the 9-to-5 routine reached it's anticipated finale, and business suits and business ties flooded the caw-fee shop with their companions of rich americans. They made the expanse seem inky, less colorful, less.
I could see someone out of uniform. The glare from the window, from the sun, cast an unholy halo around his head and light splintered forward as to hinder my vision. He stood hooded behind a suit and tie in line for caffeine. His fringe curved down and flicked the side of his painted lips. Purple, white, black, his clothes flowed t
by ~99cent-dreams
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I am too old to cryWhen there is a problem between you and her,I am too old to cry
there won't be a solution because you two are
stubborn. But you won't think she cares because
she won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
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When she smiles and says everything is all right,
you won't be able to tell that it's just a lie because she won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
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When you tell her things she does not want to hear,
you will be obligated to quit eventually because she
won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
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When you
by ~xxtenebrousxx
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