Behind the MaskI snap at his face viciously and His eyes take on a mischievous glint, silver as the moon. I cock my head and my ears twitch; A heavy bell tolls in the distance. The tangy copper taste still lingers on my tongue. Crimson splatters adorn the walls of the dungeon, His fingertips scrape along the rough edges. The nose sees what the eyes do not. I catch a whiff of musky cologne as He stalks towards me and brushes past.Behind the Mask
Darjeeling Grey was famous in Little Whinging, Surrey, Where her glistening pearls, And evening gowns held court. But not anymore... &
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Sailor Saturn
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...See there's still a place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
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