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Blame Rubik
This time it’s forever after.
His soul lay broken, scattered with his seed in black and blonde deltas.
Flyaway hair across her eyes, he matched his step to hers, hands held tight.
‘Yaargh’ grimaced the snake-garlanded one as he twisted the cosmic cube. And the two green squares that had been close were now apart.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Thanks Parna. The baton passes on to:
Heretic
Bips
Joker
First Rain
Froogy
posted by cactusjump @ 1:12 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
morbid yeah... liked it too:)
Will pick up the tag on monday... am off tomo for a couple of days:)
Ok. So I took the baton. And then I dropped it.
Words have a way of saying what we don't want to say. No?
heya !! will take time :) ( i'm bad at math )
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