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First Lines #3

She opened the sepulcher of her mouth. Continue reading

precious

Have you ever encountered a thing so precious that if you could not possess it, sheer madness required that you forced it to perish from this very existence?

An alchemy

I like how my city looks through your eyes: Bright and exciting Shiny buildings, shiny spires

Run

Run. Run like your life depends on it.

The next time we meet

I imagine the next time that we’ll meet. It will be unexpected. It will come out of nowhere.

Pillar of Salt

I have no more words to give you Because I have no more gifts for you, save this: Don’t look back.

Just say yes

There’s something about wrinkled hundred-dollar cotton dress shirts, creased shirtsleeves and loosened ties. It’s the scent of decadence; the spill of play; the air of something wicked stirred.

Sight

When I am drunk, I miss you And when I am not, I don’t

Forgive me

I saw you there, in the gallery, alone with a shy but open smile, hoping for someone to say hello

Finding her

I remember the first time I met her. She was 4 years old in this skinny little body with a skinny little neck and whippet legs with long, bony fingers.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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