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Thursday, December 13, 2012

Before Dawn

Her eyes hidden by sleep he lay silent dreading the mornings dawn. He lay silent pondering the distance, the indifference, the regret that would leap from her eyes when they first flashed open.
He wished he could somehow become attractive to her before dawn's appearance. When your ugly you often pray for magic - vane potions of beauty.
He heard the birds whisper; the city awaken, despite fog and chilled air. He sighed, wondering if this was the last time. He loved her so much before the dawn.
@Jp