It rains, all round.
The head swims, nothing is found.
Pleasure heaved, the mouth has out.
Stuck on concrete, blood was drawn.
Nothing was willed.
At first that was ill.
Nothing was willed.
I guess it's the bill.
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Flying without a net: Memory bites
Fanfic~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...
