whiskey bourbon slips down your throat
like how your hand leaves mine
demanding and remote
yet softly refined by flesh so divine
it'll make your hopes float
you say you take it like a man but then you gloat
comforting and somewhat beat
you try to remember what was wrote
the resting past, future bittersweet
you try to let me rest in your anxiously warm coat
hands resting against hope
the world hangs on by a thread
and you're filled with invisible grief
the equations rote
with the name of me underneath a sheath
the company is dread
but who are we when there's nothing to grieve?
and who are you to be when the ones you love are dead?
-eclipses that turn into apocalypses
ACT I
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"well, delores seems..."
" sweet?"
"i was going to say plastic, but you know, that works too."
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THE CURE// five hargreeves
FanfictionWhen Five comes back to the future, the last thing he was expecting to see was his best friend in a body that she didn't want to be stuck in, nonetheless his body that seemed to regress. But he didn't seem to have the time to care... COMING SOON!! ...
