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elisei. Waiting for the bus, cold, shivering, even bundled up in three separate jackets, but I'm not thinking about the temperature. Instead, a ghostly rhythm is stuck in my head as my fingers move deeply in my pockets to hit invisible keys. They are refusing to stay still and screaming to touch porcelain. As my fingers remember the places, third first second finger tap lightly lift delicately third sharp first flat, I hear someone step next to me. The irregularity of the footfalls makes me lose my rhythm.
I open my eyes and glance to side, inconspicuous as possible; I see him in my peripheral vision, black and white and motionl elise
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one that shines the bestThe meaning of a true friend is indescribable. Perhaps someone that is naturally beautiful on the inside and out who makes you glad you don’t look like a carbon copy of the next famous teen model. Maybe someone who is brave and who pushes you to your limits, mentally, every time you’re together. Or it could be a person whom you depend on and who depends on you; a mutual bond that cannot merely be broken by boys or arguments. Who said they couldn’t be all of those things?
Dark chocolate hair in thick waves almost looks like black coffee reflecting light from hanging lamps an one that shines the best
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Lucius quietly fades backwards, understanding that he is not even on the fringes of the conversation. He leaves without sound, without turning his back, kind of imagines himself just kind of disappearing behind tree branches and possibly sinking beneath the dead leaves beneath his feet.

He's still there, though, and solid, and opaque, not as invisible as he wished he was. When he's far enough away, when he can't hear their voices anymore, he lifts a glossy hand to the dark, cold trunk of a large, old tree. Before long, his cheek is crushed against it and he sighs, wishing all his deepest, darkest secrets into his breath. He climbs slowly, softly against the bark, and pretends he fits in perfectly with the branches and the leaves.

Near the top, he stops and slides onto a sturdy branch and leans against the heart of the tree. He breathes deeply, watches the sun creep under the tip top of the farthest trees, waits for the night to fight its way over the blanket of the sky.

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Current Residence: Seattle
Interests: Art, Music, Reading, Writing
Favourite movie: Requiem for a Dream
Favourite band or musician: Bat for Lashes, Broken Social Scene, Incubus, Laura Marling, Metric, Stars, Yann Tiersen
Favourite genre of music: Indie
Favourite poet or writer: Camus, Card, Fitzgerald, Hemmingway, Miller