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#64
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Blinking at the bizarre sight unfolding before her, Tsaerri decides to kneel down and hold her head, closing her eyes.
"Okay..." she says to no one in particular. "I think I definitely drank too much, I'm for sure hallucinating now. I'm just gonna... sit here for a minute." Something like a poorly-restrained giggle shakes her hunched shoulders.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-19-2016, 12:23 AM
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