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Love SongThink of the days long gone And the fond memories we have You mean so much to meLove Song
Though the sun will eat her children And galaxies crash through the sky It makes the night no less beautiful
Whisper through the darkness Shut your eyes and dream
Think of the sound of our laughter And the taste of your lips on my skin It was everything I couldn't say
Though you grow old and wrinkled And your breath comes faintly It makes my love no less true
Whisper through the darkness Shut your eyes and dream
by ~BittersweetRowaan
Revolution Part Two"Revolting? You mean they're disgusting?" "No, not that kind of revolting." She tried again. "They're molting? Like, losing all of their feathers?" "No, no, no! I mean, they're trying to overthrow the king." "The chickens have a king?" Sarah was very confused now. "Of course they do! You met him. Tall, blonde, and glittery. Took your brother when you wished him away, and set the cleaners on us. Really, Sarah." "Let me get this straight. The chickens are trying to overthrow Jareth?" "That's what I said." She blinked and muttered, "Chickens." Then she started laughing.Revolution Part Two
"I guess I didn
by ~BittersweetRowaan
Revolution Part OneIt was Thursday night and Alex had bailed on her. Again. Really, she understood him not being available on Fridays and Saturdays, because those days he met with the agents and the talent scouts and what-not. Heavens knew that she had bailed on him before plenty of opening nights. She even understood him not having Sundays, because he spent them with his family. She didn't have to like any of it, especially not being invited to Sunday lunch with Alex's family, but she understood it. Thursday night shouldn't have been a problem, though. They'd made the plans weeks ahead of time, which was something Sarah usually had a problem with, being an impRevolution Part One
by ~BittersweetRowaan
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condensed particles of what could be rolling off intangibles, but not the tongue made of roses. we are playing the rain over susceptible skin and i am fading
through your stomata. enfold me in your petals before i evaporate away from you.
i am transpiring through leaf-lined avenues to weight the air with leaden cloud ready to weep at the pressure of lips, the press of hands enfolded.
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- Interests: Vampires, Music, Literature, History, Anthropology
- Favourite movie: Labyrinth
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: Edmund Dulac
- Favourite poet or writer: (Who I'm reading) Brom
- MP3 player of choice: Woot! I have a 16 GB Samsung Q2. It's fabulous.
- Favourite game: Super Mario Brothers 3
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii (although I don't have one)
- Personal Quote: Happiness creates beauty, not the other way around.
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination and lots of mechanical pencils.
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