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You're gone in the morning. I awake to another morning with the bitter taste of a dream about you. The morning wakes me with the bittersweet memory of you. You're still mine in the dream, we're lying next to one another like lovers do, looking more than talking, perhaps I caress your skin or you spin my hair.You're gone in the morning.
Alas, then I wake. You're not mine anymore. My bed is empty. It spreads out for hundreds of feet in every direction. A faded memory of you laying next to me with your beautiful pink hair fades like a washed out piece of graffiti
by ~Empedoclesburns
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What do you call a dog with no legs? Who cares.. He's still not coming.
You can't trust a Satanist. They get points for screwing you over.
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nothing is ever as it seems
\"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality...\"
- Shirly Jackson, The Haunting of hill house
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nothing is ever as it seems
\"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality...\"
- Shirly Jackson, The Haunting of hill house
Do you like Sherrilyn Kenyon or Patricia Briggs?
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nothing is ever as it seems
\"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality...\"
- Shirly Jackson, The Haunting of hill house
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