He remembers when he'll kiss her and hold her in his arms for the first time. "You promised." "I kep' m' promises." He remembers her, the taste of her, the sigh of defeat in her eyes as she surrenders to him willingly.
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The True Phoenixes“Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Dat's de diff'rence between you and me, Phoenix. You make dem do it. I make dem want it. You manipulate. I persuade. De diff'rence between influence and control. In de end, de only person she'll 'ave t' blame is herself.
You mislead her. Didn't. I tol' her dere's a price t' pay for control, and control is de only t'ing I promised her. The Phoenix HopeThis is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar.
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