Byronic hero's Diabolical Comedy
Melancholy Monology.
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
"Shut your eyes and You'll burst into Flames."
"Dark. Laughing. The owls were flying. Many things were blocked."
"Flashlights pass by in the woods over the ridge. The owls were near."
"The dark was pressing in on her. Quiet then."
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