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#652
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Casting a weary gaze back over his shoulder, raising his voice against the rising wind, Shealtiel calls back to the girl, "Ride him, if he's fast enough. Otherwise, leave him to this..." he spreads his arms at the wasteland around them, "lovely pasture." Leaning on his cane, he takes up once more the path in Kasdeja's wake.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 10-13-2011, 05:54 PM
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