Friday, 27 December 2013

Moleskine Pages- Safe On The Inside

Their dread solidified into a flesh and blood child of dreams. Every knock at the door, every tap on the shoulder brought forth a forgotten memory. A tuneless tune or a frozen shiver. He tortured them with such beautiful hands. And scowled at them the prettiest eyes. They were safe on the inside, soft, raw with runny yolks.

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