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When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

That Actually Is One Of My Huge Challenges Right Now Because I Write Best At Night, No Question. I Can Focus. You Know You're Not Getting Any Phone Calls, I Can Shut Everything Down, And I'm Just More Creative At Night.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What You Say. It's Not How You Look In That Body, But The Thing You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

There’s Something… Strange About The Way You Two Are Together. The Way He Watches You — It’s So… Protective. Like He’s About To Throw Himself In Front Of A Bullet To Save You Or Something.