A small woman, jet black hair, chiseled features, pretty and Oriental, silent, I place myself irreverently on the table in front of her, basking in her gaze, my eyes testing the glint of light in her eyes, the scene is blessed with light, I can enjoy her pleasant presence: she expects me to talk, after having offered myself, and I expect of her the same, both of us smile in silence, relative darkness behind what I can see of her seeing me. She talks not but to make me leave. And I did.
You, you are too late, there in your high perspective, an invader, but invited, and know that the two of us will meet, however much we need run, less than infinity, this simultaneity all need is called a vanishing point.
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A small woman, jet black hair, chiseled features, pretty and Oriental, silent, I place myself irreverently on the table in front of her, basking in her gaze, my eyes testing the glint of light in her eyes, the scene is blessed with light, I can enjoy her pleasant presence: she expects me to talk, after having offered myself, and I expect of her the same, both of us smile in silence, relative darkness behind what I can see of her seeing me. She talks not but to make me leave. And I did.
You, you are too late, there in your high perspective, an invader, but invited, and know that the two of us will meet, however much we need run, less than infinity, this simultaneity all need is called a vanishing point.
Someone please take his glasses away!
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