

Madness.He greets her with glee. Childish love at its prime. So potent it inflicts others. Drowning sorrow flushes them away.Madness.
No journey halts the show. The longer abroad, it metastasizes. This hunger knows not of limits.
They reside in the shadows. Always under the bed, swept under the rug, shoved in the closet. Avoiding the magnifying glass, ducking under the spotlight.
Harbingers await their chance. To conform him, to rob his soul.
She is the point, the edge, the opener. Her presence demands attention. It kills him to be with, and
Chiguno
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