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TunneKelle sydämmestäin laulaisin?
Murtuneesta, mustasta, hylätystä,
jonne kaik' tunteeni hautasin.
Kun onnistu tekoon ystävystymisen en,
jonka ei vaikeaa pitäisi olla.
Vaihtoehdoksein siis jää elo hiljaisen.
"Rakkaus", mitä se on?
Sitä itselleni en voi saada,
sillä tunteeni ovat jo kuolon.
Mut ehkä jonain päivänä koen,
katseen hänen joka minut pelastaa.
Silloin kuiskaan hänelle, ja annan halauksen.
Shards of friendship I chap II"Mei, am I right?" Short and skinny girl turned up to one who asked her. "She can't be older than 18 or 19, but something in her thoughts are so... clever, aged. This shall be going to funny conversation" Finn thinked, when he saw his new companion. Girl looked from toes to head this odd man, and she stopped when she saw mann's eyes. "You must be Finn Hallenberg, only he could invent meeting in Royal Library, where even walls have ears." she said, and started poke about her bag. After few seconds she founded what she was looking for. "Here, some of my research papers for you, I hope they can help you." Mei said, and walked out from doors.
Finn putted papers in to his bag, and runned to mei. "Where are we going?" He asked carefully. Mei laughted: "Somewhere, where we can talk in peace, somewhere, where is not eavesdroppers, "reader". Finn plushed. "Damn, this girl is something I didin't expect. She is more relaxed than I thinked, perfectly." Finn thinked, and said then: "I know nice res
Shards of friendship I chap I"Where I should to start... oh, yes, from that girl of course!" Man sitting on the sofa opened bottle of "Deep Shire's best from 1789". Deep red wine spilled to the crystal glass like waterfall few seconds, then stopped. "This sounds bad as Hell. Deeb Shire for you too?" Man asked, holding empty glass on his hand. Man with "Bad story as Hell" shaked his head ignoring his friends offer. "No, I can't drink anything after what happened... Okay, maybe tea or something like that, but just with a lemon." Man on the sofa cleared his throat, and yelled: "Walt, can you bring to us one can of tea, and something to eat. Surprise me!". "But I said I drink just with a lemon" a man with his waiting story said, and looked disgruntled. Man on the sofa drinked from his glass, and laughted: "Finn, how many times I must remind you? Walt allways bring your lemons, when you are here. He is damn good man, sometimes too good. Don't tell him, but sometimes I think, that he served royal family, befo
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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