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#50
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Pelles bows deeply. "I find this amenable. I shall take my leave until you have need of me." With that, he falls away in a flutter of dark feathers, dissipating before they touch the floor.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 01-11-2016, 10:18 PM
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