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title: And I am never broken.
rating: Um, between PG-13 and R. For...implications.
notes: I don't like it. And the more I read it, the less I like it, so I thought I'd post it before I deleted it all.
He put her hand in his, once.
“They’re small.”
“But they are my own.”
And then she was misquoting a song.
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They were often quiet together ( Read more... )
rating: Um, between PG-13 and R. For...implications.
notes: I don't like it. And the more I read it, the less I like it, so I thought I'd post it before I deleted it all.
He put her hand in his, once.
“They’re small.”
“But they are my own.”
And then she was misquoting a song.
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They were often quiet together ( Read more... )
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Someone once told them it was a train wreck just waiting to happen.
She said; I’m already a train wreck.
He just ignored it.
It was a junkie’s high they were on when they were together, train wrecks were just icing on the cake.
(Their love was jazz, and he would wax poetic about it being rooted in the blues, because he was alive in a world of that dead society.)
His fingers were bad poetry, fumbling and stroking blindly in the dark, and her moan was one long note of a song (together they made sense).
Later, in the back of his car, he’d ask, “Is this what the night is for?”
He called her when she got pregnant again.
Just like old times.
Only she knew it wasn’t.
(It hurt her to think that she could never hold his hand again.)
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WELL DONE (i know it's been up for ages but i am new to this site, and love it of course.)
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