The frozen blood scraped on the ground. A world of tension. Knock, knock until you find an answer. Crystal orbs of lust seduce the curious man standing on the doormat, deleting his airway, insinuate tension within a foreign mind of darkness. The burdensome secrets are held in vein, frequently accompanied by betrayal and loss – no, no, not in this case, though. Loose tensions were tied once before and can so forth, in the future.
~That Dude Eddie~
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