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Afraid of lightning.The trigger warm in his hand as he walked, hands in pockets. It was late, and the hookers in their fuck-me boots beckoned to his hunched shadow, spewing smoke from between their painted lips. The streetlamps spilled out yellow light to guide his path, a route he knew too well. A mission.Afraid of lightning.
Sunshine poured down on the brown soil, slathering their faces and bodies in sweat. Side by side they worked in the trenches. Different men colliding for one similar goal. All except for one.
He had always known he would be betrayed. His best friends couldn’t keep secrets as big as the one he held firm in his chest. It had been a mis
by ~silentscream47
The Innocentporch swing creaks in the autumn wind uninhabited houses, cold and dark beds unmade and pantry vandalized the lonely yearning for company long-stemmed rods of steel jammed up against the small of their backs oppressed faces up against glass reaching hands, reaching hearts mismatched shoes lined up straight victims of hatred suffering quietly accepting of fate, no longer believers a permanent star etched on their clothes dark curls chopped and dyed to conceal the truth and eliminate the doubt children hidden into a life in the shadows vulnerable, young, aThe Innocent
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