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And there it was, promised by the Creator himself: a rising sun in the East. The day broke with little more than a hissing of mist through the cedars, a scent of Heaven brought forth by the sun.
I awoke to see you next to me sleeping the gentle sleep of babes. Your breathing was soft, rhythmic, hypnotic. I rose just enough to see the rise and fall of your breasts.
As innocent as the morning came calling, your scream pierced the morning air for only a moment, easily mistaken as the shriek of a small animal. I marveled at the tremendous red fountain of blood spewing from the newly open wound in your chest.
I was wrong, your heart was not black.
I awoke to see you next to me sleeping the gentle sleep of babes. Your breathing was soft, rhythmic, hypnotic. I rose just enough to see the rise and fall of your breasts.
As innocent as the morning came calling, your scream pierced the morning air for only a moment, easily mistaken as the shriek of a small animal. I marveled at the tremendous red fountain of blood spewing from the newly open wound in your chest.
I was wrong, your heart was not black.