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[Jan. 6th, 2007|04:23 pm]
soucyland
Her habits are easy to map. The day seems to be filled with a sort of malaise that brings her from one location to another. Her floating lifestyle makes it that much easier for me to forget she's anything but a target. I can see her form through the gossamer curtains of her bedroom window. She is pacing with a phone to her ear. The conversation has her upset. Moving with aimless passion she flails her arm as if it to illustrate to the person on the other end of the phone. This shows me what I do not want to see. She is human. It shows in her protestations. I can see it in her silhouette. My pistol feels cold and mechanical in my hand now. She deserves to die in person. She deserves the blade. To look into my eyes and to feel her life ebb away. I'll wait until she goes to sleep.
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