Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#215
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Still reclining, indifferent to the petty argument taking place, Shealtiel announces to no one in particular, "He's dead," in a tone that would suggest contrived apathy if it weren't for his obvious exhaustion. Once more, he closes his eyes.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 06-29-2011, 11:04 PM
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