The night is dark.
In it's folds lies every mentioned evil, and I seek refuge in the lone star that was the cause of good since time began.
Their eldest daughter passed away- gruesomely taken to sleep with no beauty on behalf of he to awaken her with a touch-scent- so powerful it leaves their corpses toiling beneath rubble..
My mind is instilled to step over thresholds and inquire-to which the youngest of them all, responded "i hated her because she loved make-up and she only took the girls out, never me."
And the kittens purred in agreement—
so,10 subtract null for a waste of a room that would be left behind as is because 'that's the way she would've wanted it'
She lurked in the periphery of guests who plead the bondage of a broken marriage,
dressed in white,
applying a misty substance to her face.
Memories vast, time fast- and with each, one slowly fades away
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