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Monday, October 20th, 2003
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2:30a - Phoenix and the Schoolmaster again, still drafty;)
They say: let not those who are impure in heart embrace the Phoenix, for she burns. That was how he saw her at times, on that impossible pedestal, wreathed in fire. She would burn all this up in time, and be renewed. She was, after all, so young. First love and last love, perfectly juxtaposed. He saw the white in his hair reflected in her pale skin, and the tan of his own skin in her red hair.
He knows she will be the last for him. His time for love has almost run out; she has taken what he feels can only be the last space in his heart. He, unknowing, has swallowed her heart whole, thereby, perhaps, gaining time that is not his and, perhaps, that was the making of it all.
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I know I posted some of this before, but I think it works better mixed in like this.
I can see this becoming a long-running thing. It's actually an idea I first thought of the first year at uni - that long ago. But I've never done anything with it. It probably won't be anything like finished in time for the community, but hey - I post the topics now, so maybe they'll be a bit late this week! No, I'll post some new ones on time. Everyone seems very eager and inspired at the moment anyway!
current mood:  happy
current music: Suzanne Vega::Luka (4 comments |comment on this)
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