Daniel Peterson

void of thought as your blank face lets your mind rot

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All just words

Was it the word that defined the action, or the action the created the word?

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I could feel a faint shift in a far away place. A current of unknown consequences was on it’s way, moving towards me like an unstoppable wave of fate.
— Ben Willis; Cashback

Vanilla

Her hair was short and powdered

Her lips licked with scents of vanilla

Softly sucking the life out of me

But also reviving me of the life I never had

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One

My blood began to pump through hers

Every heart beat she took

Left the solitude of our former selves

Farther behind

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Stepping on glass

To abrase the shards

That used to sink themselves

Through my heels