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For him.

I should be asleep. I should be curled in my bed, refusing dreams. But something tells me to stay. Wait. Wait like a good little girl. Wait..

Someone ought to tell you, you arenot a very good magician. Because your magic only lasts-so-long, and then I'm out the door, in a burst of..

Pain. Pure and simple.

If you could ask the poet why his pen has suddenly become heavy to write for the one-he-loved; when once it was a wisp of wind on his hands, t..

The best thing to have ever come out of my mouth.

For him.

Self-explainatory.

The cycle of life.

In a moment of perfect desperation, I clung to the master's neck and crushed my fingers aboutit as hard as wasmy intent to be free of him. ..