Do you know the feeling, when you bury your feet in hot sand at the beach?
Do you know the reverence, clinging at your throat, while looking at abyssal greens?
Add a glorious smile, and soft warm sins.
"Now, Attack"
So, instead, add a taste of iron, and soul wrenching screams.
Don't you dare wince at the diamond carving those delicate dunes.
"Star, stay back".
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Flying without a net: Memory bites
Fanfiction~NEW dark CHAPTER, BEWARE~ No time for a long story but still want some "plot"? There you go: easy, quick memories, mainly Dick's and Slade's. Also, some basic 'poems'. (DICK IS SCARED. SLADE IS SAFE THO, ISN'T HE?)(I FOUND MYSELF AN IDIOT- YES ILL...
