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Pyro

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Around in circles we marched. Each step we took, we took together. We laughed boysteriously as we made our way down, down into the basement of the world.
Our hands and faced were dirty and smudged with the dirt of the previous night's games. It was gradually getting darker as we stepped in time. One, two, three, four - step lively!
We heard your knocking at the door we had just baracaded behind us. It's too late now! No one else is coming down with us. Not tonight, at least. I pulled the white lighter from my pocket and threw it behind us. There was a burst and some heat. Maybe no one is coming down with us for awhile?
Fuck it, lets run! Lets just close our eyes and run as fast as we can down the spiraling staircase. So we ran. The idea was all we needed to just, GO! Lets see how long we can keep this up!
We made it to the basement without falling! My heart was pounding. I felt your chest, and realized that our pulses were in synconicity. "I believe that you and I are the same person tonight."
When I moved, you moved the exact reflection. When you moved, I moved naturally in the same mirrored way. We blinked. We took a breath in very slowly. We closed our eyes and held the same breath for one moment, two, three, four. We opened our eyes and let the breath go swirling around into the musty basement air.
We looked at each other for a long time. Standing there with our hands in our pockets. Eventually we got playful and started doing poses like the models do. We made silly faces. You were my mirror, I was your reflection.
We laughed until we cried. Then things became very serious. A tear rolled down your cheek that did not roll down mine. I wondered where it came from? I reached out to wipe it from your face. You pulled back. A tear appeared in the corner of my eye and made it's way down to my neck.
Trust me...
Tim - Pyro
[ 10 August 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
 
You have pierced my soul.
My life's plan is still brewing;
Maybe the pot has been on for too long now?
:)
 
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