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He whirls toward the touch of her hand and, then sits frozen, gaping at the completely naked woman. Her pale skin glows in the room's dimness, short, almost white hair like high, wind-blown cirrus above the startling green of her eyes.

Unable to speak, he stands to reach and touch her cheek, a time lapse of years and a limitless distance of two feet. She grasps his hand with both of hers and presses its cup to her mouth..

She floats across infinite space to bury her face in his chest.

He finally finds his voice through her fragrant mass of her hair.

"How can this be? How can you be here, now? Oh my God, you feel good."


She stands on toes to pull his head forward, finding his mouth with her own. So achingly frustrating is the slowness of his movements, trying to hold every part of her in his hands and against his body.

He finds it perfectly logical that his clothes have also vanished.

Their bodies join in delicious agony. As one, they spin in place, memories and feelings swirling about and through them, caught midair in time and the dream as the years fall away to this physical time of an ethereal moment.

Their sudden merging lasts forever and ends in a second. Equally stunned with an erupting climax of shared emotions, they slowly part, each staring at the other.

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nicely done dream imagery.

although "and, then sits frozen," the first comma isn't necesary.


"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."


"I don't believe you."


"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker


"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough


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