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| werewolf |
Her eyes opened again. Then she spoke. Her voice was instant and strange, the lowest tones of a flute as it travelled through the uncommonly thin air of direct understanding. "It's not really who i am. It's just something i did. And could do again." There was recoil, and whiplash, and a smattering of distance |
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| girl_jane |
There's something in those lazy eyes. Not a exactly a sadness or a sort of pain... Perhaps a knowing- An old soul. You start your revolution. You make your waves in the already choppy waters, I will listen to what you have to say, And I will appreciate the silence that isn't so empty. You and I will have our time; It just can't be right now. |
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