and broken dreams and memories,
a thousand possibilities,
so that i can look at you
without you seeing me.
no use in searching;
i'll be someone else.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem by me: masquerade
and broken dreams and memories,
a thousand possibilities,
so that i can look at you
without you seeing me.
no use in searching;
i'll be someone else.
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snippet: Aftermath
The thing about angel-healing is that sometimes the mind and body remember that the injury should be there. Dean’s never seemed quite as…
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fic fragment: thus endeth the fluff
They sleep in the tent head-to-toe, like when they bed down in the car; at some point while Sam was hiking, Dean turned his pile of tangled bedding…
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fic fragment: hello hello hello hello
Continuing on from last week's snippet... The beer's warm and the rim of the mouth slightly sticky with Dean's saliva, but Sam downs…
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