

The lips of an angelShe carried his body as far as she could. He was heavy and she was all-alone when she had found him, unconscious and bloody. She had hefted him onto her back as well as she could. He was taller than she was so his legs hung low and his mangled flesh stained her white shirt. She wasnt sure who he was but he had the face of an angel and his pale face made him look not too long for this world. She lay him down on the ground as she almost fell down from his weight on her. She looked at his face, so peaceful, so beautiful. So much like the mask of death she was so used to seeing. Death was a fact of life here. She was strangeThe lips of an angel
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If a bisexual goes missing do they put them on a carton of half and half?
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If you cried when Axel faded, copy and paste this onto your sig.
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