Jared Podsednik 2/4/18 8:28pm
To that one...
She’s always silent... Never saying what’s on her mind, but with no hesitation always taking my hand... I hear the thunder roar, every time the piano plays, I see the broken peaces... The fallen rain is to wash the pain... So don’t let go of what you can’t see... I’m the chills in the shadows in the dark catching your rain... not a fear, not a tear in this storm, no matter how many times the wind is up against you... I won't let you break in this dance with you the piano plays I see the broken peaces the fallen rain is to wash the pain ... So don't let go of what you can't see I'm the chills in the shadows in the dark catching your rain...
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
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