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Post by Mizagium on Oct 25, 2009 15:26:35 GMT -5
Silver moon. Dark alley. He runs The girl - in the park - under his arm - on the floor. He hesitates. A pain in his head. She cries - screams. Knife - throat. Silence. He presses harder. Hurry. Footsteps. Dogs. Sirens. She yells. He yells. A knife. Scarlet mixes with white. Blood mixes with... The door opens. Figures. Gunshot.
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Post by Mizagium on Oct 25, 2009 15:26:57 GMT -5
This is not poetry. Its a dream, a prolouge to the rest of the story.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Oct 25, 2009 15:35:28 GMT -5
sexy
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