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CindyShe breastfeeds kittens behind closed doors.

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His name was Damien.

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let's prove them wrong.“Will you meet me halfway?”

“Of course.”

“See you soon.”

“Soon isn’t soon enough.”

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Once the rain had pitter-patte

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I had awakened in my own sweat, my clothes sticking to my moist body. I had to shift my body nearly ten times to regain conformability, but although I lay upon my back without an inch to move, I still felt abnormally aware of something.

Across the hall and into the family room, I could hear the clock singing to its regular rhythm

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I sat there, poking at the fruit slices in my bowl. I wasnt really hungry. How could I be?

Anytime I were to swallow anything, there would be a large amount of pain in my stomach.

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I hate the people.

The kids from earlier sat at the table behind me. They us

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A. One is full of idiosyncracies an the other is full of synchronised idiocies.

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drunk porch step lingeringi know it's selfish to talk about; i know it isn't fair. first i'm making love to him; then i'm pulling your hair. you told me you've spent hours thinking about how things went totally terrible and about what you should have done instead, and i remember in my res room, when the terrible was at its peak, you were trying to call Thomas. Crystal Castles' Alice Practice was his ringtone, and he rejected your call. yeah, Alice wasn't singing anymore.

let the ash fall from your cigarette, honey; the wings are getting torn off the butterfly tonight. i was picking at the flap of skin hanging from my fingernail, dragging it down without drawing blood

Gift:EmilyValkov #1Emily watched as the snow fell to the ground. Tomorrow was her birthday and her mother couldn’t come home to join her celebration because of her having to work long hours at her lab on one of her projects.Emily sighed sadly leaving a little mist on the window. She was looking forward to seeing her mother since it had been a while seen they got to do something together.

Emily turned to look at her siblings. Tara and Tala both were fiddling with their beyblades. Tala was replacing parts while Tara happily cleaned off the fresh beyblade that Tala had repaired for her.

“Still looking at the window Em? “Tala said catching Emily

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you tipped your face up to heaven,
mouth, the perfect hollowed-out O like an empty pie crust –

sugar free, of course, the only kind you would eat –
throat arched like a deer before the hunter's rifle
yet stronger than the jaws of a ravaged beast.

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and every night transforming stars into connect-the-dots.

Sometimes you stop and remember
the first and only meaningful time you peeled off your clothes
and stood there, ripe as an orange,
waiting for her teeth to chisel out your life.

Remembering the few extra minutes that made you late for work,
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because you wanted to. Because it meant something to you.

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to wrap around, the body that you're used

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listening alone to the sound plants make
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places right outside her home?

She arrived at the scene just like that,
her white silk coruscating in the night,
her scream the knell to break the silence
left in the sirens' wake.
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How very like her to over-correct.

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her first instinct is to touch her own body
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for the first time
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and that the bird on the plate
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despite, or perhaps because of,
our injuries. And I heard
for the first time
that it was my name
you hummed
in tiny birdsong,
and I wasn't sure what to do
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knowing all the while
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"So why do you do it?" he asked, hugging me with one hand and a cup of tea with the other. "Why do you keep sleeping with people if you're just going to beat yourself up as soon as it's over?"

I shivered under his touch, feeling California's winter for the first time on my naked skin. "I don't know," I sighed, my fingers riding waves up the bones of his spine. "I don't think I do it because I want to be loved in the way a man loves a woman or a woman loves a woman but because I'm hoping someone will love me in the way that one human loves another."

"Has it ever worked for you before?" He set his tea down, signifying his desire to probe further. His eyes met mine for a second before resting on my nipples, fascinating to him as they transformed before his eyes.

"I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep." I rolled over, turning off the lamp. End of discussion.

"Okay," he said, draping his arm over me in an insistence on remaining attached.

He must've known I'd be gone by morning.

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~waiting-for-wings Feb 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

wow very well written. i do believe thats the reason people behave like that

~my-dark-desires Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh, and I forgot to add.
I really like/admire how you captured three phases of a day in one fluent short piece.
( at least so it appears to me) For when he holds his tea it appears to be early morning, standing straight, maybe after a wild night.

Brilliant.

~my-dark-desires Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

So raw and honest.
beautifully written, as always.

~khonava Jan 11, 2013 Professional Artist

sucking the earth.and trist is following us with shame.

~Wickayukie Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

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