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Just To Let You KnowSometimes just sometimes I think I knew you.
Do you know me enough to remember the years?
Or were you too charmed by the little boy's tears?
It's not fair.
But I don't believe in fair I was stubborn about fairness then; do you remember? Do you remember?
Don't lie to me, though I cannot stop you. Do you see what has happened? I wouldn't have accepted it years ago.
I'm older now, and by law of nature, an adult. What compels you to turn on me? Is it only because of him? Do you believe him? What has he told you? I do not know...I still do not know....
Listen to me, please. I do not beg of you, I ask merely for you to listen. No, you are not listening you can hear, but not listen. There is a difference
Don't look at me that way! I'm not a child anymore, I can think...have you considered that it has been half a decade now? do you want to know what I had to plow through?
My childhood has gone, burned to white ashes, dusted away with the
Hei Ju HuaSometimes, Yao wonders if there is a difference, between steel and silk.
They feel the same.
They act the same.
Yes...then they are the same.
Japan tears out the first strand.
It is two centuries ago again, and so long ago, Yao now sees he is old, and how can he forget? he forgets that he is old by the name of age, but the ache of his body strokes him across his burdened back, only to slap it before laughing in a way meant to be teasing, but not cruel.
Little boy, now a man, but still little; and yet he stands taller, bigger, older. Has he been planning this? planning this from the day China had found him, a child among the bamboo, one day to even become a panda if he left him there any longer. (That is what China wishes to believe, tells himself to, and it grapples with knowledge of the brilliance that shrouds his little brother like a halo.)
Japan tears out several more, later, after the disgusting slash of pouring blood hardens into a scar; and no matter how
ERF - Prussian Soldier
"...And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history..."
One moment there was nothing nothing but the silent burst of fire, the harsh look of pain crossing his face time seemed to slow down, if only a little; the shot tore his uniform, ripped a bleeding mess out of his chest; his mouth opened, slightly, to display a scream so shrill no one but the dogs could hear. The gleaming rusted steel dropped from his hands, quickly: the soldier it had impaled fell at a faster pace.
He crumpled. His whole body did buckling in on itself, falling to the ground: he hit with a thud.
And just like when he had "died," Elizaveta could only watch; with hot frustration and cold shock all at once, locked in stalemate: She sprang forward then, to catch him: though she did not succeed, she still pulled him back up. He was soft and heavy in her arms; his clothing was his shell. She could see his mouth working when she kne
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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