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- Blue Five at storywrite
. - Nothing to say at storywrite
The crucifix caught my attention, really. It wasn’t one of those smalltime crosses, cradled in the hollow of the throat or between the breasts, the chain barely noticed against tan skin. No. The black leather was strung down - Reflection of the Beginning at storywrite
In these dark waters, I see the reflection of the beginning. Moonlight flecks the river waves. A single bird swoops over the bridge, then rises, shoved towards the gray sky by an undercurrent of air. 1 - Metro at storywrite
You may have seen me in the metro. - The ending at storywrite
"Put all your angels on the edge." - Soul Tatters at storywrite
It’s a mirror, and it isn't liking it. Not at all.
