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Sidney H. Riesenberg, "Wells Fargo Express Locked Box" from "Western Story", 1928
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Sidney H. Riesenberg, "Wells Fargo Express Locked Box" from "Western Story", 1928
She’d told Max she loved him under a beautiful sunset that neither of them could see. The idea was wildly depressing.
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Nina Sublatti releases "Locked Box" (EP)
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Cover art of “Locked Box” by Nina Sublatti (Without text). Photo source: Nina Sublatti’s official Facebook / Nina Sublatti.
Georgian singer-songwriter Nina Sublatti released her new extended play “Locked Box”. The extended play consists of three songs and does not include her Eurovision Song Contest 2015 entry “Warrior”. …
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When We Fight
The distance between us on that couch made a liar of my eyes, I kept creasing my fingers against each other, the coldest paper cuts, digging my nails into my palms, and all I wanted was to touch your hair. You might as well have been in a tower, guarded and so far above me. I had made you angry again. In these moments, apologies were loose change, always so hidden and buried beneath our seats, to be found later when you were looking for something else. All I wanted was to touch your neck. There was a truth throbbing there, a flush in the skin under your clenched jaw. How could a piece of skin so inviting be such a trap? You sat there, a hand's breadth away, a locked box away, five feet six of terrible non-touch. All I wanted was to touch your lips. Not with mine, that would be too much, but I wanted to take the sliver of dark I had in me, shape it into a word, and leave it between your teeth, give you the power to spit it out in disgust or ingest it in a certainty of us.
It must be so demeaning that I find you so beautiful when you're this angry.
妖后．安爾伯達 by powenart
--Guarded by a demon. (??)