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Oct 2015
They stood on a bottle littered floor. As the others violently shook to the vibrations of the music, they stood still. Warm blue eyes meet cold brown eyes. The black devours the colors as stares grow more and more lustful. All of the sudden, her cold body turns colder. She looks at him, lust turned to gloom. Her heart begs him for warmth. Her legs feel weak. Arms feel heavy. She falls back, hopping he'll catch her. Yet she smacks right onto the ground. Glass shatters. He looks at her one last time and turns to a pair of warm brown eyes. Cold brown eyes freeze on the scenery unraveling in front of her.
Sasha
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   mark cleavenger
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