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Prologue There is never a good time to confess your unrequited love for someone. For me, I chose a especially unspectacular rainy Saturday in November. Having drunk copious amounts of red wine and mourning the sorry state of my life it suddenly rolled out like word vomit. He blinked at me a few times with an eyebrow raised almost willing me to start laughing as if it was a joke. He told me he was flattered and gave me a difficult side ways smile, not the response I was wishing for but defiantly the one I knew id get. I spared him the embarrassment and changed the subject, smiled and laughed as we spoke of other things. All the while his look of sheerPrologue by *Nocturnalmadness
Masquerade The room was alive with colour, in hues of red and orange through to blue and the deepest violet. Conversation filled the air, laced with the sound of violin music drifting around the vast ballroom. Perfume scented the atmosphere in clouds of sweet and spice heightened by the warmth of the summer evening. Rainbows of light danced around a spectacular chandelier in the centre of the room, creating cascades of light which rippled in the deep black marble floor creating a star-spangled effect. Circular tables in white silk cloths created the perimeter of the room and in the centre couples swished and twirled to the music in a mesmerising trance.Masquerade by *Nocturnalmadness
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My life is always a glass half full with a cherry on top 
This is a site for ART, not over-religious rantings, rascist/sexist/homo hatings. If you've got nothing nice to say, don't bring your bull in here 
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Feel My Heart...Feel My Pain. 
My life is always a glass half full with a cherry on top This is a site for ART, not over-religious rantings, rascist/sexist/homo hatings. If you've got nothing nice to say, don't bring your bull in here 
My life is always a glass half full with a cherry on top This is a site for ART, not over-religious rantings, rascist/sexist/homo hatings. If you've got nothing nice to say, don't bring your bull in here 
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