| i can't stand my laughter as they cryi can't stand my laughter as they cry
my soul brings tears to angelic eyes
confusion seeped in to her pools of vision as the odd words flowed forth from the male. what did they mean? she did not speak in the tongue that he spoke in, and yet the meaning of the words was clearly imprinted in her mind. for some queer reason or another, she understood. she got it, she knew what it all meant. more then a little shocked, she stumbled to regain her composure and straighten out. but what do you say after something like that? her pate dipped slighly, uncertainty resting on her heavily, dancing on her svelte frame. a large part of her wanted to stay and converse with him, so intrigued she found herself to be. and yet, at the same time, she hated the certainty of the message he'd given her. unconsciously she stepped forth, and she was startled to feel her plush dial brush his should gently, a warm breath passing from her crescents, to blow against his skin. completely thrown off by everything that had happened in the last couple of seconds, she tipped her pate once more, and began to move away from him, mumbling words of thanks and good-bye. a million thoughts raced through her mind, none of which she could clearly understand, and half of which she knew she didn't want to understand.
a e r i a l
mouthful of poison
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