Friday, March 11, 2011


We were talking, the way we always do, when something out of ordinary happened. You reached out, placing your hand gently, but firmly over my eyes, hiding the world from me. I was lost to the world of darkness, and the only thing that held me anchored to reality was the sudden, unexpected feel of your lips on mine.

Only, it wasn't reality, for I woke up to the cries of the crows.

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