The bird was swimming in a murkish pool of FATIGUE,
and somehow I was inclined to save her, for the sake of....myself.
Or else the bird would die, that was for sure.

Her legs waded wanefully with every move I made, setting her lower body in the cupped water and gently trickling it. Eyes shut, she made several attempts to raise her beak.
As if she wanted to tell the world a whole new DESIRE.

However, I soon realise that she wanted nothing more but a few farewells. Rested in peace, she waned.

Ophelia.

There was an attractive Underground-Party taking place, and I was supposedly invited--or, had been anticipated, so to speak.

"It's been so long, so very long!...Ah, how are you these days anyway?" they say.
"Yes," I stutter. "Yes, well quite....quite well, quite well indeed. And you?"

There were no such perceptions as limits around here.
As always!

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My brother was curled up like a nuzzly cat-a-tat in the platinum safe. He wore fluffly whitish pajamas, that no doubt belonged to somebody else.

"Why," I said, "Why the miserable face?"
"Because you FOUND me!" he suggestfully exclaimed.  :)

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And someone (godknowswho) had a few tricks up their sleeves.....

She embodied GRACE with such strength, subtle words escape me....

Her website was http://www.woman.lx.jp/
or something like that.