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"No" Tony and Steve said in unison.
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He saw her, he saw her again, after they shared a wave of a hand and a smile. He stood near his locker as she opened hers, her quaint, small hands taking out her mathematics textbook, looking for her notebook as well. But she kept on searching, ignoring his presence in their short distance, searching.

He saw her, he saw her again, after

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He looked outside the window, and saw that there were dark clouds forming in the normally bright skies, a few drops of rain starting to fall down.

Rain on the last day o

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"Yeah,I know.But I kinda find it cute."You sighed.

Suddenly a wild Cronus fell from the bush behind you.He looked up to you.

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You shook your head.

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Special

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You swayed, and fell back with another groan.

„Liebe?”

You rolled over onto your back, and winced at the German in front of you.

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“(Y/n)?” The sound of cloth rustling hit your ears. “What’s wrong?”

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With his lower lip jutting out, he looked so pitiful and unhappy. In fact, if you weren’t used to his deceiving ways, you would have immediately given in. “Just one hour, that’s all. Every hero needs a nap to recharge his super powers.” You chuckled with a sly wink.
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...

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why am i still
so affected

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to memory

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for answers
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and it doesn't matter
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staring
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the people
moving aro

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obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
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my eyes are a continuing moment
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seen tasted felt

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this is the wonder of is

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they drip the terror
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floating downstream

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it was raining when-
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you moved softly

by ~saturnineguise, Aug 23, 2007, 6:09:41 PM
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You moved softly, like end of summer leaves falling into autumn, turning the pages of the air with your fingers, as a silent maestro begging the orchestra to play. I never met so many instruments willing, waiting, dying to be resonant.
Stepping into the street, watching you, sounds lose meaning – they don’t disappear – but they elongate into the stretching moment and Figaro in and out of my ears as a rushing hissing straining noise. Like whistling kettles I haven’t heard, in real-time, for years.
Silk rippling slowly through the air from you; your arms are fluid and wistful. You seem so sad as you run your fingerprints across your skull, parting the trees of your scalp and shaking your hair forest into earthquakes as you landslide your eyebrows into an upheaval of tectonic plates.
I never knew a frown could be so beautiful. And I never knew that painted pain could swallow my breath like lights blinking out in the night. …I lie, I have always known, but you bring out an intensity that diminishes everything. What has once been and gone loses sense and this is comparable to nothing. Immutable in forgotten. And new paradigms are sewn into my need for you to smile.
It started softy, and you learn not to question the instinct for things that seem to only be want. You learn to say goodbye to the rhythms of the day. You learn to forget the way you were taught to breathe.
Your thoughts entered me like a rush and I couldn’t stop myself from breaking apart and falling into you as a bird burning bright through your ashes. But aligning myself to your question I knew that time was only a means to station yourself upright before you have to let go. So endings can be more dramatic when you fall, as from the start. Repeat.
Pizzicato my heart strings, and place them above my head; we move, as one, unison, anticipating syncopation, learning to count in, count down, dappling my feet along the stave lines, getting tangled in the tre(m)ble clef.
In synchronisation; your/my breath beats and my/your heart hums, lost in the cacophony of morning, and warm toes, I could sing.

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I got put into a strangely wistful mood.

Head in the clouds, feet in the clouds, mind-body-heart(no soul) in the clouds. Fall away with time, and start with sixty, fall away with time, the sixty-sixty dance, shimmy with the tick, shakey with the tock. Roll, roll, roll your skirts and twirl twirl twirl into a new state of being.

im so sleepy i could suck the clouds in like pillows and breathe out faerie floss to spin myself a cocoon, a web, to suffocate warm in.

shhh i'll be hibernating somewhere warmer 'til next friday.
love love

~sedimentary Aug 28, 2007

You seem so sad as you run your fingerprints across your skull, parting the trees of your scalp and shaking your hair forest into earthquakes as you landslide your eyebrows into an upheaval of tectonic plates.

grand. just grand.

~saturnineguise Aug 30, 2007

Thanks Chrissy, you always seem to pick the parts I like best too.

~sedimentary Aug 31, 2007

haha. how odd. but good!
i normally think i'm a bit weird 'cause i don't pick what most do.

~saturnineguise Aug 31, 2007

i tend to not like what most do either. think it's a flaw in my personality. hah

~sedimentary Aug 31, 2007

maybe we're just better.

~saturnineguise Aug 31, 2007

whichever way you want to look at it, people tend to look at things to make themselves look/feel better.

~entropicalia Aug 27, 2007

This comment is fairly worthless because it's only to tell you how lovely this is without giving the reasons why. I promise to catch up on your work--I've been away.

~saturnineguise Aug 30, 2007

I've been away also, did you go anywhere?

And comments are never worthless, I love hearing what people think. Thank you for leaving one.

~blacktutu Aug 25, 2007 Writer

This is beautiful, I love how you've used musical metaphors, you have such a way with words.

~saturnineguise Aug 30, 2007

thank you so much, i'm glad you enjoyed it.

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