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Rath Roiben Rye belongs to us. We flutter our eyelids for each other. No, our leather jackets don't creak. Yes, we live in our tire swings. Our fangs are touchable, and we'll only bite when you taste good. We hold words tight on sweat-sweetened fingertips to dust off and pocket for later.

Your Voice Was Better by dear Ophelia give it back reviews
She had snuck away one night when the moon was winking, her own melody mixing with that of her name. "No time to look back, babe."
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,923 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 4/26/2008 - Published: 4/24/2008