Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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As they speak, another man edges into the room, wearing an elaborate costume complete with a sorcerous enchantment making his eyes radiate violet light.
Muttering to himself, "Ah, sweet freedom from the throng," he seats himself in a lavish chair, only then noticing that the room is already occupied.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-15-2011, 01:24 AM
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