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A memory has come to haunt me from the thick of oblivion. Some pointless and transient love I should never have sought but did in vain. ..

Curious thing to be breathing, alive, and in a current state of decomposition, but the breaths get shorter and the living more vapid by the ..

The police entered. The sink overflowed.

Sleeping, she never heard the footsteps.

Exiting her bedroom, his daughter wept.

“Like splitting wood,” heard the guard.

How irrelevant it may seem regarding love when pettiness gnaws.

Rumbling mucus in the sinuses and throat. The old man slumbers.

You killed something inside of me that needed to die. Nowin its wake, and covered in placenta, lay the youth of my adoration while my bitternes..

may vexation be a muse