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Little Lucy has chosen you. Posted August 29, at 4: It was an unseasonably hot night and the heat had made me sleepier than I would normally have been.
Posted October 15, at 8: Desserts, cheeses and all sorts of meats.
I drink and I feel numb. Numb The tears escape and I feel numb. Urging him to hang on, she forces him to remain alert by recounting the stories of their lifetime together — how they met, the precious paintings they collected together, the dark days of WWII and its effect on them and their families.
Little Lucy is not easily found. Posted September 2, at A tear escapes As I silently weep. It felt pointless knowing the darkness would come sparkz claim each day.
The thing reared back with a screech before throwing itself down at me and vanishing. Filter by post type All posts. Some time during the night I awoke in a hot fluster, sweat sticking my bed sheets to my skin. I was paralysed, unable to move anything other than my eye lids and they were the one thing I wanted to stay in place. Due to my drowsiness I left the window above my bed wide open, a combination of not having my wits about me as well as hoping some cool air would circulate around my room.
So, meet me at Equinox If we are ever able to make it there.
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Provide your email below to join the list. I pull, You push Me against the wall. Notify me of new posts by email. Log in Sign up. Posted August 28, at 7: Little Lucy is sometimes mean. Of course, I know he works overnight on Tuesdays but after a stressful day at work myself I had forgotten what day of the week it was. Little Lucy can only be seen in a mirror. We scream To let people know we are here, To let people know we need to be cared for. Eventually, all will come to an end No matter how bravely we defend The small lives to us that mean so much But to greater beings are such Fleeting moments in a stagnant time.
I know it was only a dream. Before words, Before knowledge, We scream. Posted September 2, at 5: I was, to understate it, greatly captivated: Something breaks and I feel numb. I pull, Loonga push What you want over what I need. One last hard wack.
It comes not from the table where the guests devour Their meal that comes at an ungodly hour But it is the only time they can eat, Without getting caught, the unusual taste of human meat. Posted August 29, at 8: I saw vibrant expression and pale indifference.
I know it was a dream but I swear if I look in the mirror I can see those shiny black eyes watching me. Posted August 29, at 7: About Arras WordPress Theme.