Random word: Sunrise
My last sunrise.
I despise her-
her guise disgusts,
yet...yet my lusts
soil and rusts the
metals of my
soul. So I die.
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
The first word begins the story
He looked at the white page, and from it smiled an old bitter woman haunted by her past betrayal. A lover long dead, never let her forget as he sat by her bed each night. But for peace both must forgive.
His pen moved, and the dream became your story.
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