... I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
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BROOKLYN BABY . . . Bucky Barnes
my love, my heart. don't go quick into the sunlight.
MARVEL AU
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WICKED GAME ... Original
May our worlds collide like the Sun and Moon as they greet each other passing by.
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SUMMER HAVEN ... Original
On sunny days I go out walking. I end up on a tree-lined street.
I look up at the gaps of sunlight. I miss yo...