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Colour-Stained Ribbons..Dreams

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Published: Apr 29, 2010

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_{You're peddling sorrow at your little colour-stained store. Different shades of every ribbon, different threads and fabrics. But the most ribbons you sell are always a shade of sorrow. Some of the ribbons are sopping wet, dripping tears and whispers.

But some of the sorrow is bright and echoes with laughs of joy and shouts of anger. Memories, these ones, how some of the little people selling their souls carry their sadness. By filling their minds with tales of regret and what-if's, never once thinking I can do this.

Tiny feathers creep under your pillow at night, whispering sweet words across your lips, breathing stories into your dreams. Bright colours flash across your sleep-blackened eyelids, entrancing the visions haunting your nights, creeping into the stories you weave in the air in your colour-stained ribbon shop.}

_{2010.04.29

I wrote this on a whim just a few minutes ago.
Full title: Colour-Stained Ribbons and Dreams

Also, I dedicate this to my dear friend, Lauren: ~Aqua-Storme.

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My name is Coty. I was a fourteen year old boy, and I was the youngest in our troupe. I used to say I was the best. I was Master's favorite, anyway. He always gave me the best roles. I had been performing since the day I was made. Well, maybe the day after. Master had said he wanted to make sure my paint was dry. He never accepted anything less than perfection. I know a lot of people think Master is cruel, but I never understood why. He always took care of us, and paid attention to us, in his own way. Ve're a unit, he said. That's why ve need ze strings.
"I don't like the strings," Abrielle always muttered. &nbs
Sabotage by ~cherrichan13}