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Bored Ramblings
It wasn't the derelict building that drew her, nor was it the enticing chocolate eyes, melting over her from under brooding brows and sweat slick hair. The fog heavily licking over the rooftops of the city and the smoke escaping in tendrils from his soft full lips created a veil over her eyes, conforming into a sense of obligation and world weary ( Read more... )