Pollution couldn't bring himself to care with Famine back in his arms. It seemed like it had mattered not too longer ago, but now he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He nuzzled Famine's face aside and pressed their lips together, tasting dry dust and hunger on Famine's lips. "You taste... you smell so good," Pollution sighed, dreamily. How had he forgotten?
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Date: 2006-12-05 04:47 am (UTC)