

27That house had twenty-seven rooms. Twenty-seven beautiful rooms in a beautiful slate-grey house, and only one that I actually liked. The chief reason for this was that it did not smell of him. It lacked that putrid smell of age-old silk and too much brandy. I fancied it the smell of freedom. Oddly enough, freedom often held the slight aroma of paint and gunpowder. I breathed in deep, letting the scent fill my lungs and hang there like a comforting cloud until I had to exhale. I remembered the first time I had done so, twenty-seven years ago. I had been you27


My Nomad Nothingmy Nomad walks these streets at night his firm-set jaw set just that tight my Nomad climbed these steps today his perfect smile chased perfect fears away my Nomad traveled across this land his steady gait mirrored steady handMy Nomad Nothing
my Jester runs these streets at night his fanciful dress the most fanciful sight my Jester climbed these steps today his witty words kept harsh ones at bay my Jester traveled across this land his clever tricks aided by clever slide of hand
my Angel glides these streets at night his muscles tensed and taut for fight my Angel
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, love.
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, love.
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, love.
Much love,
Diane
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i want to just hold your hand like this and not let go;
can love be forever innocent without sadness?
- "Jian Dan Ai" by Jay Chou
__ LOVE, a r c i a e .
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all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade...
Gackt: Malice Mizer - Shiroi
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, love.
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, love.
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