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With words drooling from underneath your lips,
your eyes met the gaze of my breath
constantly reappearing with every exhale.
Loud murmurs echoed in caves of torn decisions.
An unsureness rippled through my eyes,
pools of constant reminders.
Your stance swayed toward me,
a strand of silver hair twisted between your fingers
toying with my expectations, your reality.
The adjoined ear buds, linked by the white thread
lazily wrapped around my arm,
now shielded by yours.
The music loomed nearby, drowning away distant interruptions
as you fidgeted with my fog-stained glasses,
now descending towards feet,
mirrored by fluorescent painted nails
The taste of faux bubblegum lips pressed against a gentle crevice clashed with the raptures heard throughout the playground atmosphere.
The laughter spilled across the coarse sand
As a steady ocean breeze swept through the release of a kiss.
The water splashed beneath the sounds of a radio,
Seeping music and staining the towel stretched unevenly towards a burning light.
A clash of digital reminders and radiating glass,
Some morning after,
Surrounding a depleting candle
Struggling to claim that last breath of smoke.
Impregnable layers of coffee beans and
Bubbles loosely scattered across a basin, lined with
Incense driven thoughts incapable of proceeding with the release of a
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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