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A purple liquid drips and with each drop the sound of discontent grows louder.      Forming a puddle on the the carpet that grows and grows and grows and soon I will drown in it, soon I will drown in her.      Soon, her green eyes will be all I see and not just all I yearn to see. The purple liquid creates an audible thump as it splashes down on the carpet which is now covered with an inch and a half of the stuff.      The thump makes it easier to sleep at night; it slows my heartbeat. Her lips whisper to me as I sleep and I long for them to be upon my neck.       My fingers grasp the sheet but in my mind they are running through her hair and down her back. Now, my bedroom is filled with the purple liquid, only two feet of air separating the ceiling and the top of the purple swimming pool.      As I sleep, she sleeps with me and as our fingers touch she exhales a blast of the cool purple liquid.      Without cease it fills my lungs and her whispers grow fainter and her touch sweeter.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
GV2 // A Green Ski Jacket (Today She Wore A Green Ski Jacket)
A purple liquid drips and with each drop the sound of discontent grows louder.      Forming a puddle on the the carpet that grows and grows and grows and soon I will drown in it, soon I will drown in her.      Soon, her green eyes will be all I see and not just all I yearn to see. The purple liquid creates an audible thump as it splashes down on the carpet which is now covered with an inch and a half of the stuff.      The thump makes it easier to sleep at night; it slows my heartbeat. Her lips whisper to me as I sleep and I long for them to be upon my neck.       My fingers grasp the sheet but in my mind they are running through her hair and down her back. Now, my bedroom is filled with the purple liquid, only two feet of air separating the ceiling and the top of the purple swimming pool.      As I sleep, she sleeps with me and as our fingers touch she exhales a blast of the cool purple liquid.      Without cease it fills my lungs and her whispers grow fainter and her touch sweeter.
jeremy-duff
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
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