a better reading

Darkness shone within her eyes, the anti-light of deep discernment, desolate and divine. Looking within, I could hear the anger and passion of her voice unspoken. She did not express the troubles that plagued us but nevertheless I experienced her refutations, her denials, her insistence on a better reading. We moved briefly down the path before she stopped and took my weakened hand in hers. I listened to her heartbeat as it opposed the gentle spring breeze, wondering if our time had finally come. A creature stirred nearby.

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About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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