I laugh.
In the face of insanity, of beauty, of rugged hatred, I laugh.
I smile, and I say.
I say
"I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout"
Smile. Laugh. Sing. Sing to me. A lover's hymn, a mother's song, a deep lullaby.
Sing me to dread, to love, to sleep.
And kill me while you do so.
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A Song of Laughter and Fire
RomanceIn which an older man becomes obsessed with a younger woman and will do anything to make her his. He gripped her chin in his hand, tilting her head to the left, right, up, and down-inspecting her. Her narrowed, defiant eyes stayed on him the entire...
