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In the face of fear
of fight or flight
You say the strangest things.
You scream,
You cry,
You claw at skin,
You don't want to be alone.
You run and hide,
and wish to die,
Feeling undeserved.
I search and find
and try to revive
Trying to reach
Inside your heart.
You push away -
and I leave -
My extended hand
Open in the air.
I stare at the
Empty space
Where you once
Stood so proud.
And with this,
I place my pledge
To try and get you back.
of fight or flight
You say the strangest things.
You scream,
You cry,
You claw at skin,
You don't want to be alone.
You run and hide,
and wish to die,
Feeling undeserved.
I search and find
and try to revive
Trying to reach
Inside your heart.
You push away -
and I leave -
My extended hand
Open in the air.
I stare at the
Empty space
Where you once
Stood so proud.
And with this,
I place my pledge
To try and get you back.
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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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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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TMIL3: Chapter 3
For an eternity Kiyone gazed at Washu with a puzzled, eye twitching stare. Her mind was full of bewilderment, followed by anger. Why was she doing this she wondered? So lost in thought was she that she failed to notice Ryoko suddenly appearing in front of her.
"Gah!" Kiyone yelped with surprise, nearly jumping out of her skin. "Uh... what?"
Ryoko was staring at her chest. She looked her over from head to toe "Looks the same to me," then informally poked her breasts and turned back to face Washu with a brow irritably raised. "Have you been drinking my Sake?"
"Wait," Ayeka butted in and walked closer. "Those breasts do look bigger," (Kiyone
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Inspired by an argument that was had between myself and my ex-girlfriend on Friday night.
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