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Submitted to Contest #20
My dearest Eliza, oh how there is so much I yearn to share. My heart, my body, my soul. Take me away with the gleam of hope you cast upon this damned world. I wish you could see what I see. Your hair is fire that melts the coldest of hearts, your skin fair as winter is long, your eyes darkened with secrets I must investigate. I watch you execute simple acts, yet you perform them in such a methodical way it seems as if Shakespearian. Oh Eliza, dear sweet Eliza. How I long for you.You saw me once, as I walked by with my hound. You smiled to me...
He was, as an intellectual would say, academically inclined within varied topics of conversation. She was, as an intellectual would say, less so. He could name you one-hundred-seventy-three countries out of a setlist of one-hundred-ninety-five upon sudden request, their capital cities included. He could recite federal laws as if they comprised his weekly shopping list and could tell you intricate details of specific attacks that occurred during the World Wars. When asked how his reply was always simple; “Live by the words, they possess...
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