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Post by kolt on Feb 26, 2011 22:22:21 GMT -5
 Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? Paying some attention to the words she spoke I nodded. Not in agreement or anything but more less just to do it. In someway her words held truth other ways it was just words she spoke with her heavy accent. Not much of a difference at times in my mind. “I guess we are until something comes up.” Kissing her forehead, I shook my head slightly as I drew in a breath. “I probably should leave, business is calling once again.” Chewing on the metal ring in my lip, I let the thoughts run through my head before looking around and back down at her.
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
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for; Hawthorne Harka
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the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 27, 2011 17:25:51 GMT -5
and what we thought was the sunrise?
just passing headlights. Exhaling quietly, i turned back to shut the water off of the shower. His nods were something that i should've been used to by now, but of course i wasn't. It was one thing that annoyed me. Biting down on my lower lip some, i listened to what he had to say. I just shrugged lightly, looking down for a second. "Business, huh? I wouldn't mind tagging along; its up to you, however, Ponyboy." I smiled playfully, tying up the corset of mine again, and taking a wash cloth, stepping in front of the sink and rinsing the wash cloth with warm water before rubbing off the red tone of blood from my chest and neck, avoiding the little cut that i had from Kolt. I didn't mind that little amount of violence. It was Kolt, it was part of why i loved him. I ran a quick brush through my long black hair and glanced at him through the mirror, curiously.
still the choir girls sing;
"oh lord, can you save us?". ----------
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for; Kolt Kicker.
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the tunes; asleep in the chapel - thursday [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Mar 3, 2011 13:58:58 GMT -5
Can‘t make you shake the way I do.
Can‘t make you love Sliding my hands into my pockets, I listened to her careful shrugging some. My eyes glancing down at the floor, I watched my shoes before looking back at her. Watching her closely, I smiled some as she avoid the tiny cut. Taking small steps, I walked behind her wrapping my arms around her waist loosely. “My apologizes on the cut, but you always liked things rough,” with a grin painted across my lips I kissed her cheek. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I ran my hands up her sides looking over her in the mirror. “So you wanna tag alone?” Questioning softly I kissed her neck just as softl
The way that you‘re suppose to do. ----------
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for; Hawthorne Harka
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the tunes; Sex Life - D.R.U.G.S (<3) [/size][/color] |
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