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It was cold, and yet I did not feel it. The blue moon was shining down on me and it looked so pretty, so different that I had to take it all in. out of nowhere his arms were around me. I turned me head to look at him, but while doing so stopped myself. For some reason I did not want to look at him. Not tonight at least.
“Its magnificent, the blue moon. I love the way it lights up the world beneath.” He said all of these words like he was saying them to himself. Like he was here alone and did not have someone in his arms. “Why do you not look at me?” he asked me.
“It did not seem like you wanted me too. Anyways I like the suspense.” It was true but when I said it I wanted to take it back. It made me feel open.
“I want you to play a game, figure out who I am. Trust I am always around you. So will you play?” I thought about it, but what could I lose?
“Sure.” When I said that he diapered into the night, and I finely went inside.
- by erikloverno_1 |
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- | Submitted on 01/17/2010 |
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- Title: the kiss of death 1
- Artist: erikloverno_1
- Description: this is part of my book
- Date: 01/17/2010
- Tags: kiss death
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