

Cassandra 1.1"Why do I have to wear this silly thing? I can't breathe," Cassandra complained as she tugged at the strings on the sleeve of her slip. Her maid tugged the corset tighter, causing Cassandra to take a sharp breath.Cassandra 1.1
"Because your father told you to, dear" her mother said from the chair across the room, facing the window. She took a sip of red wine, appreciating the sweet taste for a moment. "And we can't have you gallivanting around the party in pants. You are coming of age, and it is about time you began to act like a lady." Cassandra knelt down so that her maid could slip the red silk gown over her head. "Have you and


untitled.Biting back tears, My head on your knee so you won't see. A fake, too fake, Smile tries to hide what my eyes won't. And when all is said and done, Days pass, weeks, a month. And yet still, All I can think of is you.untitled.


The Post OfficeStanding in the post office, Shuffling packages and feet I watch as her eyes dart back and forth. Her spine relaxes when my hand brushes hers, And as her eyes meet mine for a quick moment, Time goes back to an identical moment on my steps. Leaning against the other, Silent nothings but everythings Passing between with each glance, each smile Before she slips off into the night. And as we stand outside the post office, Cars swirling around us, I catch her hand and press her close to me. Heart to heart, another goodbye. I pull away to only go back, Her lipThe Post Office
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I would die just to live and yet we all live to die...
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"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
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