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November 20, 2010
Taller than the Tower of Babble he was, and had a voice deeper than god's. Pretty brown eyes, but he was always turning them away. Couldn't handle the look I gave, he'd say. He thought I could read his soul. I never told him so, but he had the truth of it.

My body set out to destroy him, while my soul--caged inside a neglected heart--watched and raged. By miracle, or by a curse I can't resent, my cruelty was turned away. Toward another man who betrayed more love than I could dream.

We consumed each other.