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Young Widower by *brassteeth:iconbrassteeth:

Categories Literature > Prose > Fiction > Romance > Mature


I always slept on my left side and you on your right and when it was late and we had finished our daily tales, I would feel your breathing on my cheek. It would always reach a certain soft cadence and I would know you were dreaming then.

Now I sleep on my right side, so the last evening glimpse and the first grey morning scenes are the same, a faceless beige wall, flaking paint, crumbling brick.

I 've turned away from the unused pillow, away from the undisturbed sheets, each morning so rigid, cold and clean.

You’re not on your side of the bed anymore; instead you’ve been replaced,
by all of God’s hate.

Every day I awake now, just a little less alive.
©2009-2010 *brassteeth
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~nvrmind91 Sep 21, 2009, 10:37:23 PM
as always, you're wonderful. i definitely like the first 2 paragraphs better

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:damphyr: "May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."

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*brassteeth Sep 21, 2009, 10:41:23 PM
thanks champ,
yeh, it needs some work, just wanted the emotion over the words, wanted to keep it simple, thanks for the comment

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BT.

"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
:iconnvrmind91:
~nvrmind91 Sep 21, 2009, 10:43:12 PM
yep

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:damphyr: "May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."

avatar by *Veemonsito
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*UltimateOutlaw Sep 22, 2009, 3:25:04 PM
Raw and intense and tactile. Dig it.

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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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*brassteeth Sep 22, 2009, 4:27:22 PM
:heart:

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BT.

"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
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~FableWish Sep 22, 2009, 4:29:17 PM
You have serious talent; the words read flawlessly.

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In reality, as in dreams, nothing is always what it seems...
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*brassteeth Sep 22, 2009, 6:05:04 PM
Thanks very much. Nice of you to say.

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BT.

"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
:iconfablewish:
~FableWish Sep 22, 2009, 6:29:12 PM
=)

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In reality, as in dreams, nothing is always what it seems...
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~tingtingwindchimes09 Sep 22, 2009, 7:57:03 PM
great work as usual! indeed it is very hard to be alone after you have had someone.

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Big Bang is VIP! <3

love you BB [link]

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