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#52
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"Are you skilled with that, my dear? I dare say, it looks rather ornate. No, no, I'd not care to taste its edge, thank you all the same. I've never been one for such savage implements. Leave such things to our slaves and their brutish ways, no?" Suzerain remains sitting, though he has leaned forward intently, hands resting on his knees.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-22-2011, 06:32 PM
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