:::The night was a restless one... filled with many bouts of withdrawal symptoms. The wretching.. the heaving of a body that just didnt have the strenght or the substance to rid itself of anything. Silken could have filled bucket after bucket from the sweating She did. One moment wickedly hot to the touch... the next shivering like a cold day in a Torv. hall. It happened in cycles... She would rest... then the terrible trembling would start.. Her muscles tensing so tightly they started to cramp. Then the sweating.. Her forehead becoming dotted with mositure.. Her lively red hair growing deeper in color.. turning almost black from the dampness. The color then drained from Her as the pain in Her stomach started. She was half in consciousness when this began... murmering... and usually woke to the smell of blackwine. Shi was still there.. still replacing wet cloths over Her forehead.. still wiping Her cheeks and neck.... a few times She felt the cool water on Her arms. Each time She begged Him for just alittle bit.... just a little to get Her through this... He would not oblidge it. This was followed by the wretching of Her body. After about 5 Ehn of nothing but rolling muscles... She would collapse with Shi holding Her. At one point...early in the morning.. She lay there while He dabbed the cool cloth over Her face... She looked up at Him. She could not speak... Her throat had dried.. Her lips cracked... Her tongue felt swollen. But when She did look up at Shi... staring into His eyes... She wondered if Her eyes did speak to Him.... did He know Her well enough... that they would say.....::
Can you read my mind?
Do you know what it is you do to me?
Don't know who you are
Just a friend from another star
Here I am, like a kid at a school
Holding hands with the Skies or a fool
Will you look at me, quivering,
Like a little girl, shivering,
You can see right through me.
Can you read my mind?
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?
Wondering why you are
All the wonderful things you are.
You can fly - You belong to the sky
You and I could belong to each other.
If you need a friend, I'm the one to fly too
If you need - to be loved -
Here I am,
Read my mind!
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