A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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"Love I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger
'Cause you just want it so much A touch
From your real love It's like heaven taking the place of something evil
And lettin' it burn off from the rush Yeah, yeah
Darlin', darlin', darlin' I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches (are ruined)
Love, is it real love?
It's like smiling when the firing squad's against you
And you just stay lined up Yeah"
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Iris saw Arthur walk back inside and he pulled back his hood, revealing those same damn eyes that had pierced her right in her heart with cupid's sharp arrow. Those eyes are that captured her that night when she knelt down before him, helping him light a cigarette, and she shivered just thinking about it.
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The way he slowly looked up and and captured her with his exhausted, bloodshot eyes that spoke volumes. The way his cigarette hung, lazily, from his lips and the way his eyes begged for love and acceptance practically killed her inside. She wanted to give it to him immediately, but simply could not and even though she did end up falling down the rabbit hole with his beautifully, mad soul...she almost wished she hadn't...almost.
