Love
Love
Love
I'm in love with you
But it’s breaking my heart
It won’t do
Any justice
To begin at the start
Memories before they happen
I can see you talking before you talk
Love love
Imaginary compulsive
All the above
Why’d you go and pull me closer
We both know the end before it starts
love , love, love
I’m in love with you
But it’s breaking my heart
creepin
like a shadow in the corner of my heart
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Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
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