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of dreams and wakingi want to have that dream again.of dreams and waking by silent-pirate
you and i, lain side by side, listening to the rain. smiling eyes and laughing lips, bruised faces and scratched in places we can barely reach. broken bones and battered souls, but these are now forgotten. static on the radio obscures an r.e.m. song, fingers on your chest taps out its melody.
we fought our wars and got new scars, we walked alone to reach our home and fall into each other's arms. quiet tears and suppressed fears, shaking hands and troubled minds, worn hearts and torn skin begging to be mended. wrap my gashes that nearly killed my passion to survive.
the battle is over, and we learn to move on. painting nails and collecting shells, talks and giggles and teasing and tickles. tragedy shared has brought us near, and we whisper reassurances in each other's ears. through the problems calm emerges, and we cross our fingers that it lasts.
dreams don't last fo
Exotic PartnersIt was during the second year of our marriage that I realised my wife was a large monitor lizard.Exotic Partners by Holy-Mecha
It was one of those funny little revelations that creeps up on one over time. I think the first clue came when she decided to hibernate for the three winter months. At first it did not arouse my suspicions. After all I myself enjoyed a lie-in, and had once slept in three whole hours past the alarm - on a weekday! - so I did not think it particularly note-worthy when she tucked herself in at the start of December and remained there until late February. Still, it aroused in me some small seed of doubt - for I had never before known her to go even three days without tending to the garden, let alone three months.
Her taste in gardening was minimalist, and this I applauded; it may have been one of the reasons I married her, I forget now. Instead of the silly sentimentality of a lawn or a flower patch, she insisted that the entire garden was covered in soft fl