Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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Cold, frozen, jagged water, the kind you'd cut your tongue on if you weren't careful. The eyes, it is always the eyes that rope me in, strangle my reason and leave me breathless. You're very pretty. What would you have done if I had told you what I really wanted to? That your eyes were like the winter trapped in summer, a cutting breeze on that comfortable day. Bitch, I prefer honest, even though, given our society, they are often synonymous. My ability to break social convention defeated yours, resoundly, because mine was honest. And that, dearest, cuts far deeper. Yours is a defense mechanism, mine is true iconoclasm.

Written On: Mother's Computer
Currently Eating: Chicken Cannelloni