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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    #2
    <b>Smoke (Smoak)</b> on his tongue, an apology too: doesn't he know I kissed cigarettes before any man?
    Amber liquid swirling in a <b>glass (Hyaline definition: a thing that is clear and translucent like glass)</b>. Don't ask me to name it.
    My only <b>comfort (synonym for Solace)</b> is that, in the depths of things, I'll be just another trinket on his shelf of nostalgic play-things,
    Cast aside when my cries stop being cute and start being pitiful.
    And ah, the <b><u>oak</u>en (Sm<u>oak</u>)</b> shelf does creak: weighted down by its many toys, all of us crying, all of us pitiful.
    <b>Smooth sailing (Hyaline definition: especially a smooth sea or a clear sky)</b> for all of us, eh ladies? Nothing like that slap to the face to remind us of our places. Yeah. Very <b>reassuring (Solace definition/synonym)</b>.
    At any rate, I'm <b><u>exhaust</u>ed (Smoke synonym - exhaust)</b> - that amber liquid is getting desperately thin, and by the time he's through with it, he'll be through with me, too.
    So excuse me, now won't you?

    Ready to be judged.
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    Messages In This Thread
    ;) - by Scorch - 02-19-2018, 04:28 AM
    RE: ;) - by Scorch - 02-22-2018, 06:03 PM
    RE: ;) - by Kyra - 02-23-2018, 12:56 PM



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