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October 11, 2011
Brown eyes that spilled out warmth but hid a cold heart.
A firmer grasp on fantasy than reality.
Dark fingers on white piano keys.
Green eyes that burned and a tongue that cut.
Black hole of greed and self-hate.
A voice that rumbled the walls.
Dimpled smile and hidden sorrow.
A temper that provoked my own.
Similar mind, similar flaws.
Soft, soft lips and the silkiest hair.
Fairy child.
And always, without fail, the one with dragon magic.

Of course... I didn't touch them all. Not with my body. I touched them, though, and they touched me.