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xthe-eleanorx

Published: Jul 17, 2013

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The library was burning down, and there was nothing I could do about it. The yellowed pages of our favorite stories caught fire so easily and formed smoke monsters that got caught in the ceiling and disappeared into the flames that lapped against the ceiling. In my watering eyes, I could see your body forged from smoke and, darling, I knew that our story had gone up in flames.

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WaKip

Feb 18, 2014

I would hate to ever have to witness a library burning down, especially one of my favorites from my hometown. In the end, I still love the imagery you inspired with this. For something so short this tells quite the story :>

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