River Tam (
river_meimei
) wrote
2006-06-20 07:12 am (UTC)
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River's head lifts, slowly. Her pupils are slightly dilated.
The room is blurry, drug-hazed.
Death's not. She's
(real as roses, my dear)
white and black and sharp-edged, and lovely.
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no subject
The room is blurry, drug-hazed.
Death's not. She's
(real as roses, my dear)
white and black and sharp-edged, and lovely.