Woke with her in my arms, her lashes flashing, chocolate swirling eyes. "You are the Charmed Ones," the woman said prophetically. She & I, always on the edge of rocking out destiny. Her hair falling, her skin softening on mine. My lips slip against her forehead. Still haven't opened my eyes, but I feel the morning light seeping into our pile of flesh & feathers.
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