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Angels Can Make You SufferAngels Can Make You Suffer by ~ChaoticKeiko
The first meeting was with pride, albeit different stages of it. He was triumphant over the successful experiment, and she was falling from a vanity of believing that she was above being brought down. An immunity of sorts she had assumed herself to possess.
He was muttering about the stodgy scientists and their false beliefs, bright green eyes looking at her with glee and rapture. Faintly she remembered agreeing with him in that his scientific realities were wrong (usually in his kind, they were) but then the pain upon her back became too intense, and she lost to her senses. The thought had been a passing one, and she would not recall it unt
If I Were A LineIf I were a lineIf I Were A Line by ~dailenna
I think I’d be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
I’d sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
That’s what I’d be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
I’d be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
I’d have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
That’s what I’d be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
I’d be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
I’d lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
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