crystalrose
Her short hand writing was, in a word, illegible. "Who taught you how to write?" he asked accusingly. "I did" she said proudly. And the conversation ended there.
"Their still frozen!" I yell down the hallway. "I'm impatient, try and separate them!" She yells back. I grab a knife to pry them apart and slice through my hand like it's butter.
I looked at the poster with disbelief, they are coming to town!! will they be as good as in my dreams? will she take me up on stage? I have dreamt of this moment for so long. The poster looks as good as the concert will be! I do hope I'm right!
the trail they left behind was a blaze of glory. Too bad they were so stoned, they might even have remembered it.
she flits her long eyelashes, and her magnetic charm draws you in. Being near her is almost enough...almost.
she charms the pants off of anyone she meets....
it was a rainy day, we met on the bridge. There were little droplets of water caught on your long eyelashes. My over sized coat shielded us from onlookers, as we stood still embracing each other on the foggy spring day.
You poor the warm milk in slowly. To temper the eggs as not to cook them Add vanilla, allspice, and nutmeg. whip to a froth, serve chilled over ice cream..
I lost it. My temper, I didn't mean to...I say that every time...I looked away in shame.
I see you laying there, exquisite beauty. I am so damn Lucky.
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