There, my finished prose!

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But, I love you.

But, I love you.

It’s always the “but” that’s the problem. But, I love you, in spite of all the burn marks you made, welt by ugly welt, lighted cigarette stub carving out invisible words on my skin. I hide the marks from you under slightly damp jacket sleeve and sunglasses which over half my face with ( Read more... )

Because it's valentine's day, and on valentine's day it's supposed to be all happiness and love and roses, therefore I shall upload an extract of the prose I'm working on currently (the extract that's happy; it's mostly filled with angst -- that will come another day, when i'm finished with it)

But, I love you.
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But, I love you.
There’s ( Read more... )