Aug 04, 2008 07:59
What a lovely, lovely walk. The taste of iron still on my tongue. So cheery.
Welcome back my wayward sheep, enjoy your long captivity? Rounded up for the slaughter, such a cruel thing that never ceases to entertain.
N told me a wonderful story. Push them all down the steps Mihael, to be on the top. I did.
Reiko, I have another poem for you.
near tastes gooood,
nom on near,
lol always about l even when it isn't,
poem tiems,
mello,
l,
near,
lolz mello you fail,
no l?,
no quotes sry,
you all fail btw,
reiko
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What did you write to your future self?
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Give me something of equal worth, I might tell you.
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But I can't trust you Mihael, to tell the truth. Perhaps I should, you look so so alike.
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You wound me with your words, Beyond. You can trust me.
Who do I look like, I wonder?
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Do you trust me then Mihael? I bet I know what you wrote. To be like L, to make L proud.
Who indeed. Such lovely hair, lovely eyes. L must be in pain to look at you.
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You are incorrect, I can see in to your mind, yet you can never touch mine.
...You are playing games now. Games that do not make sense.
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No sense? I know, I know, let's play another game.
I will take dear Near and we will play hide and seek! Only, only, be sure to look very carefully this time. A piece hear, a piece there. Perhaps you will find them all and put him all together again.
I would never kill him, don't worry. Just small, little pieces. He will never know they're missing.
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You will be far too cold, to move.
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Oops, a slip.
Who is the boy in the googles? He knows my name.
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