A secret barricaded in the deplorable silence,
Guilt hidden under layers of adultery,
A gurgle emanates from the brute,
As he swallows, and glowers at the
Crimson hair of a pseudo-goddess,
Costumed from his midnight suitcase,
his legs tense, hands slump lower
she clenches, holding her powers,
a hand muffles her mouth
turning away from
sickness.
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