The living world rushed by her, unaware of the mortification lying on the edge of pavements. Wandering in buildings abandoned and forgotten. The living and the dying world live side by side and she remained in the dark realm. Not for want of food or water, because living hands give periodic pieces of bread and bathroom faucets are portals to oceans. It was love she was in want of. She yearned for someone to love and someone to love her. You could see it in her eyes, those were the only alive things about her afterall. Love doesn't die.
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100 points, ended May 29, 2008, 12 entries
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all beings long for love. They yearn for it until it feels like their heasrt is being torn apart by the lack of it. Love can turn the cruelest men kind, the coldest men warm, the lonlyest man happy. Love is the most powerful weapon we posess.
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