Chris (chrisjournal) wrote,
Chris
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Her eyes trace the patterns of her guilt in the shadows surrounding him. He speaks of wasted salt and flesh, and her soul trembles at the accusation unspoken. Words have rarely been hers, and tonight they flee his broken whispers.

No one will rest.
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