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I ran through the dark, dead field, hearing the crunch of bones and dead flowers. I could see him at the end of the field, his black gorgeous wings reflecting the rain off of him. The first few drops hit my skin burning and charring it. Screaming, I ran even faster. I looked at my hand and gasped, all I saw was black, smoking flesh. When I finally reached him, he smiled and spread his wings, a canopy in which I sheltered underneath. Then he pulled me in, my cheek against his thin t-shirt, absorbing his body heat. Protected from the acid rain, I slept peacefully in his arms.
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thnx for totally being honest! i hate when ppl dont tell me the truth bc then i continue to write crap. i totally agree with ure opinion. i found this in an old journal of mine and decided to put it on here for critiques. thnx so much
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