spilt_milk the movements in the shadows paralize the sounds of silence. 'ill be around, you were right about the stars' she begins. he freezes, not wanting to hear anymore. not wanting to be anymore. just waiting until he fades into the shadows, to move again. to be free of the frozen grasp. but the moments between his wishing and his wanting the thought is tainted and falls to the ground, shattering in to a billion pieces, giving god slivers deeper than love. 050719
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