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Jul. 5th, 2005 01:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
path_unpreparedThere had been a photograph on his desk when he had gone down to the bar that evening. Placed face-down.
the chill ascends from feet to knees
But when he returns, the photograph has been placed upright.
the fever sings in mental wires
And it is...not the same.
if to be warmed, then I must freeze
A full minute passes as Mikage stares at it.
and quake in frigid purgatorial fires
He does not sleep that night. He simply sits on his bed, opposite the desk, and stares at the photograph.
of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars
the chill ascends from feet to knees
But when he returns, the photograph has been placed upright.
the fever sings in mental wires
And it is...not the same.
if to be warmed, then I must freeze
A full minute passes as Mikage stares at it.
and quake in frigid purgatorial fires
He does not sleep that night. He simply sits on his bed, opposite the desk, and stares at the photograph.
of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars
