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Our hands are like vines that shall never be separated.
Forever combined in sweetest harmonies.
Our eyes like vast lakes that are constantly interconnected.
Drowning in the light that we share together.
Our kisses like the finest chocolate.
Chocolate has never tasted so sweet.
Our arms wrapped around our trunks,
Blossoming sweetly and making the air sweet.
The blues of sweet happiness, how I wish they were mine.
But for now, I shall lie in the arms of my beloved.
Forever combined in sweetest harmonies.
Our eyes like vast lakes that are constantly interconnected.
Drowning in the light that we share together.
Our kisses like the finest chocolate.
Chocolate has never tasted so sweet.
Our arms wrapped around our trunks,
Blossoming sweetly and making the air sweet.
The blues of sweet happiness, how I wish they were mine.
But for now, I shall lie in the arms of my beloved.
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Once Again: Part Three
The Doctor looked at his old companion. Her blonde hair glowed from the light inside the room and her blue eyes stared at him, concentrating.
"I don't know." he replied back. "I don't know."
Rose sighed and turned her head, looking at the wall. She saw pictures of her and John, happily together, living a life that she didn't want. She heard the Doctor clear his throat.
"Maybe I should tell you what happened...to me?" he said, more of a question than a statement.
Rose blinked, but didn't say anything.
The Doctor sighed, ran his hand through his hair, and began.
"In the proper universe-" he stopped. "The other one, the one you were born i
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Revelations
Revelations
It had been a few weeks since the poker game and the appearance (and moving in) of Bayonetta, and a lot of things can obviously happen in a few weeks. One thing that remained the same however was that the two hedgehogs; Joe and the world renowned hero Sonic, were still mostly bored out of their skulls since Robotnik retired from evil a few years ago and those attacks in the graveyard had also ceased since Bayonetta revealed herself.
The yellow hedgehog had suggested a sleepover over their fairly large apartment again, and Sonic had trouble disagreeing since it would give everyone something to do for the weekend, and having all o
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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So much "Sweet" !!! 