Scars resemble the wilderness
A marbling of reflected light
Obscure and perfect, she floated to me
My fancies are as noble as a tree
Smoke pouring from his split lips, crackling and cackling
She drank his remedy of silence and spit once more that night
Her rusted joints couldn't take it anymore
She pushed paralyze and watched his blood spread across the floor
"She is made in a dark light, an afterthought"
"A second solution after the first one had failed"
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