Take me on a wild ride,
Where no one goes,
And butterflies flow.
Undress every inch of my soul,
A long awaited break,
Earth,
This is where I long to go.
Leave me in the wild,
With the horses,
And with my frizzy hair,
Running free,
I am in my safe place.
Here,
There are no rules,
Only love and crimson roses.
With your lips,
And with my thoughts,
I run into the river,
Of me and you,
Till you make me shiver,
And I fall,
Into the deepest waters,
Hoping that you will see me,
Hoping that you won't fall...
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Savannah Daringflower
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 days ago in Fiction
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