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Bending low to the world, weighted with thoughts of tomorrow from someone of yesterday. I breath in the scent of faded paper ink and memories, all spread out for me to journey at leisure. Escaping into unreality, fantasy that isn't.my.life. Someone else's existence for today.
Bending low to the world, weighted with thoughts of tomorrow from someone of yesterday. I breath in the scent of faded paper ink and memories, all spread out for me to journey at leisure. Escaping into unreality, fantasy that isn't.my.life. Someone elses existence for today.
He stared at her with hungry gaze, like fire burning free as it devoured the countryside. A sudden motion and his hands were upon her, ferociously drawing her closer. His lips teased hers, toying at a proper kiss before he claimed her mouth as his own. He would have her, must have her, to exist.
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