Sta.sh
Pick it up,
Throw it out.
No,
Burn it.
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It's Better This Way The sun was hot and it felt good on his face. The heavy gates behind him clanged shut and he was a free man again. Not that the past seventy-two hours had any effect on him. It was a mild pest, like a fever that kept you in bed for a day, or two, or three; and when you were finally well enough to get out of the house, the sand beneath your feet felt like heaven.It's Better This Way by ~Elenel
He plastered a smug grin on his face as he noticed a black car pull up. Strange. He knew that car all too well. He was expecting his lawyer. Not the one that Kono slugged; the new guy. Well, not entirely new to the business but new to him. The car pulled to a stop and he knew without
lips there's something about white lipslips by ~Elenel
that make me stare
speechless and entranced,
wondering
how they came to be
did Winter kiss you
a fond goodbye
before he whizzed around the corner,
snowflakes billowing on his mantle?
or did you kiss him
and wish him well
the way you always do
when i leave you to happy dreams?
did you kiss Rosie
and breathe colour into her,
the red of your lips
becoming hers?
did she thank you
for a new morning
that Winter did not rob?
there's something about white lips
that compel me
to lean in closer
and closer
until i am mere breaths away
and i think i almost see
the colour
returning to your
Mad 
