05-07-2008, 01:23 PM
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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST
THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED
_____ His eyes darkened considerably, and his face followed suit. She had always managed to rub him wrong, even on her best days. It was a fault of character, and of their stars. A bull and a lion, locked in eternal combat, even though they had given up on the physical promise of that war. Not even her sudden and unexpected display of sympathy did his face change. He didn’t trust her intentions, and he didn’t want her charity. This was his fault and he would carry the proof for the rest of his life.
_____ What did finally make his face changed was the name she mentioned. “He’s okay,” Ahren said, both eyes focused on her face (though only one saw it). “I don’t know exactly where he is right now, but he’s okay. He’s with us.” Us being the blonde and his son. The trio had begun exploring and spending more time apart, though they came together as if bound by invisible wire. Above, a faint rumble of thunder suggested rain.
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST
THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED
_____ His eyes darkened considerably, and his face followed suit. She had always managed to rub him wrong, even on her best days. It was a fault of character, and of their stars. A bull and a lion, locked in eternal combat, even though they had given up on the physical promise of that war. Not even her sudden and unexpected display of sympathy did his face change. He didn’t trust her intentions, and he didn’t want her charity. This was his fault and he would carry the proof for the rest of his life.
_____ What did finally make his face changed was the name she mentioned. “He’s okay,” Ahren said, both eyes focused on her face (though only one saw it). “I don’t know exactly where he is right now, but he’s okay. He’s with us.” Us being the blonde and his son. The trio had begun exploring and spending more time apart, though they came together as if bound by invisible wire. Above, a faint rumble of thunder suggested rain.
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
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