|Reviews for These Places, unfulfilled|
| mmmmmmmm 6/23/07 . chapter 1
some moments of this are stunning, and overall it's very smooth and delicately written.
"Fake lights don’t do much for you, bounce of your angles." typo- shouldn't that be 'off' or 'off of'?
"you wring your wrists like you’re nursing phantom wounds, the ghost of premature arthritis jests the fragile bones." that almost-rhyme is perfect. favorite line, that's seriously golden.
"Paper kisses pepper you with bits of silence..." ooh, alliteration, yum yum :3