
There's just nothing quite like loving a broken doll, wouldn't you say?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 83 - Published: 07-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3045536
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Lambswool © Rachael Swift 2012
[A/N] - Heavy use of adjectives, I know. I wrote this in the heat of the moment, so that's why. I'll probably change some things eventually.
Wanton sighs and iron eyes,
fill this sordid room.
Beneath the lies and sensual cries,
is an open, gaping wound.
More malignant than death,
is this sorry sight.
And colder than the ice,
of her eyes.
And deeply it runs,
this fetid gloom.
Pulsing hotly inside her,
even deeper than you.
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