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Office flame by chaian, literature

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Fine Line by chaian, literature

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  • South Africa
  • Deviant for 21 years
  • She / Her
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Current Residence: Guttercity
MP3 player of choice: The llama's choice
Favourite cartoon character: Dilbert
Personal Quote: trust me.

Favourite Writers
Coleridge
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Unspoken

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Some things can't be spoken, only written. This is one of those. Offered safety with soft words, kind smiles. Drove me around the area, cut me these white lines. But inside I was terrified, I knew the shit to come, and when you undressed me my mind sat there stunned. Outside I was laughing, the joke tired and shrill. Inside I was shaking, wondering what happened to my will. I can't explain the feeling, I can't tell you of the pain. Apart from all the tearing, I'd never be the same. Outside I'm the same girl, I smile, I joke, I laugh. But inside is the horror that belongs to my past.
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All matters of love are matters of hope, just a step away from religion in that the worshipped is momentary, arbitrary and fickle.
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Shades of Black

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There's the toner cartridge smudge on my white shirt with black pinstripes, resting on the faded skein of my corporate black skirt, laid across the glistening black of thick stockings, nestled inside the matt black of kitten-heeled shoes. There's the sparkling black of my pupil lined by the kohl black of my eyelids framed by the red-black of my hair. There's the black back of my office chair wheeling me on black plastic on sun-bleached black carpets. There's the black holes in my memory, sucking in black bits of my past. And there's the unknown black of the future, resembling the edge of the universe.
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