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Apr 11, 2006 18:46

The pencil broke as he tipped it to the side pressed against the sketchpad sitting on top of his crossed legs. He froze staring at the led tip rolling down the slight slant of his pad into the dark abyss of shadow between his legs. After it was gone to the black beyond he continued to stare at where it had been when it broke away from him. He ( Read more... )

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carrionsynapses April 22 2006, 04:10:57 UTC
beautiful writing.

one day.

i promise.

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amen__ra April 22 2006, 05:22:51 UTC
:)

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