Once again, I’m free writing. I didn’t even know what the subject would be until I had passed the first couple of lines. Hope you enjoy it anyways. I’m always open for constructive criticism!!

A Broken Sort of Affection

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Such lovely times, this desire of ours. A prose unspoken by the gods; a beauty uncared for by the world. What happened to the simplicity of emotion, our childhood of innocence and purity? Dashed, dashed by our interpretation of society. This land of ours--broken and reunited, died and reincarnated--holds so many facets, so many layers of secrets and deceptions. Where has my heart gone, stolen by the satyr’s arms? Tricky man, you are. Kind words and warm eyes, and I’ve fallen. Broken my legs and cannot leave. What happened to my will? Owned by another, it is. Eyes enchanting, and I’m yours. I’m lost. I’m dead.

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Heather M. 23rd January, 2004