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part of this is real
When she danced, I fell in love all over again. The handles fall off my doors, leaving me open as my skin to her hands, as the keys I carry in my eyes click my locks open, letting her in. She could reach in past my ribs, stain her fingers on my blood, and all I could do is lean in. I am a massacre before her, astronomical, strained, prostrate. Her fingers spell my name.... Okay. Sorry. I have to stop writing a moment. There is a freaking dragon in the elevator. I can hear it. Banging. My co-workers can hear it. It is there and getting closer. ....
We Have A Winnah
this is not a bad thing
at all
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And pray unto whatever deities you believe in that it is NOT the dragon that resides in Squamish. Trust me, you do not want to awaken that dreadful creature. Foul thing, that.
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*edits*