tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51667932011-04-21T20:27:38.634-04:00Although mortal life will someday end, This love can't be erased; It is something that will live forever- Escaping from the darkness <center><br>''Niji no kanata ai wa matsu...''</br></center> Kitsuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166793.post-958502612003-06-19T23:47:00.000-04:002006-08-04T01:20:03.016-04:00

She took the time to soak in the night.Absorbing the tender darkness.Creating his face with the touch of a finger.And it was warm.He smiled.She could feel this too.It’s subtle softness.“Never leave…” She whispered gently.“Never. As long as you stay with me. I would be unable to live without your warm and guiding presence in my life and heart.”Together in the maternal and protective arms of night

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The world was a swollen flood of dark greys as he opened his eyes. The blinds tapped against the window as the breeze came through. She was breathing deeply and did not stir. She was asleep. He reached up to touch her face, but curled his fingers back before he could feel the softness of her cheek. He had though better of it. He did not wish to wake her. This was where he wanted to be as

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The ceiling fan strained as it cast lazy shadows downward. It was late evening. The sun was ink washed out from the sky. Torpid starlight scattered about like confetti after a long night of partying. The shades were partly drawn, but she could still manage to see it through the tree line. A stray breeze fingered loose strands of hair off her forehead. In her arms there was a man, asleep. He

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How did it come to this. He was slumped against the wall, glaring with a dose of high threat in his eyes. A hand tightly clenched around a glass of what appeared to be water. The afternoon sun had not yet tried to slip its fingers through the cracks in the blinds. The room had a sickly dull cream glow to it. Walls covered with a glossy latex paint over stucco. Cold air vented from the

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