

BenevolentFragmentedVentricleAffection buried within the recesses of man's turmoil.BenevolentFragmentedVentricle
Clouded and restless torment sleeps in silent agony on bedsheets of guilt.
Audable tears of a silent death comforted only by a void so inescapably deep that my soul is devoured like so many lambs to the slaughter.
So, too, was your forked tounge and it's promisses of hopes and freedom.
Like so many malignant spirits present to oppress your unfeigned desires, the ones you called your inner sanctum became my penultimate demise.
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