

blood on the snowWhite. Aseptic. No one in the passages. No one in the labs. Empty rooms. Artificial lights. Early morning. " Eric" he turns, he looks at me, quiet, I may not give the same impression " Where is the girl?" He's still looking at me, lost sight, the raised hand that speaks before his voice, the slight apprehension in his eyes " what girl?" my worry comes real, I raise my hands, one on the forehead, seems it helps to think better " the dark girl, she was sitting here one moment ago" I lose professionalism, I lose style " I didn't think she was to look at took" Eric justifies, he jublood on the snow
please?
I'm also a co-owner of the
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Work like you don't need the money,
Dance like no one can see you.
Sing like no one can hear you,
Love like you've never been hurt...
~*~
Join the Chyan Lovers Club!
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Work like you don't need the money,
Dance like no one can see you.
Sing like no one can hear you,
Love like you've never been hurt...
~*~
Join the Chyan Lovers Club!
[link]
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"If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work. 'Hello, can't work today. Still queer.'"- Robin Tyler
"All the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down and whisper 'No.'" ~Rorschach
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