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Little GirlCome into me
A burst of affection
A blood red infectious
Disease of the mind
Youre all out of time
Running in circles
A shot out of view
A roll away bed in the ICU
Sleeping by the window
Of your beat up sedan
A leaf in the wind
A rock in the sands of the
Times you spent wasted
In your mothers basement
You crossed the line one too many times
So little girl, little girl
Lost in this great wide world
Where do you go from here?
Too busy twirling hearts around your fingers
A little faster
A little sweeter
Do you notice when the mask begins to break?
Now youre writhing on the floor
Wondering just what had to go wrong
Youre always used to getting what you wanted
And now were driving through the town
Watching the lights
They spin around
You could have been so beautiful
Running in circles
In and out of view
An emergency in the ICU
In the middle of the night
An explosion on the ice
Youre stuck in the limelight
Of explicit thoughts and vanity
Red and Green Red & Green
Rex slumped forward in his seat, strands of chin-length black hair falling in his green eyes. Why did he have to do this? He wasnt any good at it. Hed been told by Jared every time, hed come walking in the door and Jared would scowl and say that hed done an okay job or that he could have done better. Rex wasnt good at choosing people, he couldnt tell which ones were going to struggle and which ones were compliant; thats why this had always been Jareds job, because Jared could read people. Show him the twitch of an eye or a hand gesture, even, and Jared would be able to tell you something about that person, what they do for a living
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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