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#182
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Tsaerri matches his sigh, muttering, "Use your imagination." She hops up on the table to sit.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 12-13-2016, 02:57 AM
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