by Greg Brostrom
She wants out.
She sees him beneath the walls. Waiting. Watching. She wants him. She wants a life.
But life hurts. She doesn't understand the walls' purpose. She's angry. She hates me.
I can make it up to her though. She's been asking me to not cut it so short.
I bet she'll look beautiful.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
White Rook
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