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Egyptian Love LetterDo you remember the total darkness? When the stars lost their luster and I, I knowing you were afraid of the dark came to your house. And you loved me, and I loved you and we loved each other for being in love with one another. I told you, "Even if you don't love you, I do." I sat on your roof with you and in total darkness, we rolled a joint. "This is your life in paper." you said. "Don't waste it." The only light was the red cherry at the end, I could see your features in the dim light, I wanted to kiss every part of you. You sucked in and resting your hand on mine, passing my free hand the joint. You held your own, breathing out the awkward scent without coughing. I wanted you to inhale me, take me into you. I wanted to invade your bloodstream and swim to your heart and brain. I wanted to peel away your frosty cold skin, peel it away and see your insides. So we did the next best thing.
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It must have been 3 AM when you rolled over on me, your body- for once- warm to touch. You woke me
How I Wish You Were Here...I saw you yesterday. I've missed you, you know that. You saw me too, but turned away, which is understandable, I guess. But that hurt. In the thirty seconds we spent in the same place, I was drowning in my memories, holding back and not giving anything away.
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I saw the times we stood together, not seeing the rest of the world spinning by, ignoring the stares of strangers worn out by the love they'd never had. I remembered wrapping my arms around your neck and your hands on my back, and my waist. I remembered that feeling in my chest when your soft cheek rubbed against mine, and I felt your kiss on my lips. Did you remember that when you saw me?
You must have felt it. All I needed was to look at you and I'd have known, but you couldn't bear to look me in the eye. Do you hate me? Oh god, don't answer that. I don't want to know. What you'll never know can't hurt you... I thought that was right, at the time. Now I'm not so sure, I think not knowing has hurt you a thousand times more than th
Dinner And A ShowTaking a deep breath, I slowly climbed the seven steps onto the stage. "The lucky seven," they called them, although whether or not they would be lucky for me was yet to be determined. I could feel the burning heat of the stage lights on my skin, instantly causing me to feel slightly more faint, and making sweat seep out from beneath the many layers of stage make-up I was wearing. My outfit was carefully selected for this night, weeks ago - a pale pink silk dress that fell smoothly in a pool around my feet and tied up around the back of my neck in a tiny little bow. My hair and nails were perfect, my make up, though heavy, appeared natural and beautiful under the blinding spotlights. I wore small silver rings, bracelets, necklaces and earrings, all of which, combined with my chosen outfit, created the perfect innocent and child-like look that I was aiming for. People always said that I looked young for my age. People liked that.
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So I stepped from the shadows into the bright lights that