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Your lovely (e/c) eyes flicked over to his broad-shouldered form, wondering if maybe you took the same bus.

He glanced over and flushed as you ducked your head and looked away, running his hand through h

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America's POV

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Special

You groaned. Something about yourself woke you up, and you raised your head, which was probably the worst mistake so far.

You swayed, and fell back with another groan.

„Liebe?”

You rolled over onto your back, and winced at the German in front of you.

“H-hi, Luds,” you whispered, smiling, before you covered your eyes with the back of your hand, the smile turning upside down into a grimace.

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{Sunday Morning pt. 2 - Jake}{Sunday Morning pt. 2 - Jake}

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“Awww….” He sighed, looking out the window.
~~~/\~~~
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And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

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Allistor and you had been together for a while. You're first actual relationship. And it was odd that it was with HIM of all people. You didn't get it. You lived together in a good apartment...not perfect, but as long as you were with him, it was like heaven. But hi

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the manifesto of a lover

by ~livingcomforteagle, Nov 24, 2007, 1:09:31 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General

My fingers slink off like baby slugs. My nails are left, clamped like bark to a birch in a dying March winter. The air is wine.

My feet are hollow, stubby chins, my eyes dangle off like earrings, without sparkle or diamond for redemption: my lips are swollen, thrown-up pieces of lung strewn over my face. I breathe outside myself.

Your hair is pretty.

my toes are

my thummbbbbb

my

I think you are the only warrior, the only poet, the only murderer I know who smells like that.

our legs are wrapped in sheets like wounded and sore babies out of a womb that

our legarms
our

i have folds of skin in my palms, in the soles of my, in my, my me, i love

Let's have some babies.

the manifesto of a loverby ~livingcomforteagle

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i didn't know whether this was humor or romantic or philosophic or perspectives or horror or what.

leave me alone. >>;

_{word count: 131

listening to: maybe angels - sheryl crow

(c) LeeAnn - 2007}

!Nuzai Jul 25, 2008

I don't mean to be rude but
how the hell do you write like that?

Being fourteen and all...I'm fourteen too...and I've never met anyone who can write like that.
Are you insane? Cuz geniusus have to be insane, you know.
Ah well. I'm slowly going through your gallery x]

~livingcomforteagle Jul 29, 2008

...i hate to mention this, but i was technically thirteen when this was written--i didn't turn fourteen until a month and two days later.

thank you so much, as well!

you are too kind!

!Nuzai Jul 29, 2008

Ahaha that's crazy XD

Love it, keep working =]

!Nuzai Jul 25, 2008

crap I forgot to end the italicizing after anyone

!bblk Dec 3, 2007

I think it's humour. It's all serious, but then the last line is read, and it's like hehee..

Favourite line: The air is wine.

I love how you make everything real. The words jump off the screen. Everything has a colour or smell or something. I love it all.

~livingcomforteagle Dec 4, 2007

i considered humor, really seriously considered it, and then i switched over to romantic at the last second.

~rchelsea2005 Dec 2, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

It was odd...slightly unsettling (in a good way), and the end was very...very random.

Overrall...it leaves me confused and contemplative. I suppose there are many poems that do that...

~livingcomforteagle Dec 4, 2007

this was definitely a strange one >>;

thank you! ..i think!

~onewithdarkness Nov 27, 2007

god all mighty, macabre if anything

the piece. oozes it, subtly then pours it out in decadent reams.

very good, the portion at the top, the syntax and movement really captures attention well
thought provoking and manipulative.

excellent job.

~livingcomforteagle Nov 27, 2007

thank you!

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