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Other way around.
The TV show isbvery good.
Waht Shadows Swe in the night
Chains cackle reminding of shackles.
A mist waits.
A candle absorbs fear and burna it.
Wmman walks holding the hell, the way ay is come early, looking.
She bends, picks up a shoe, a slipper, a boot. Puts it on and finds another withbher fioot.
She is alone, away, feet cleaned by a grass patch don't dirty the nre old barrier between her and earth.
She hungers, and hungers for knowing what for.
He appears. Eyes seen firat, the shape ignored. She wants to see if he sees her propperly.
He takes her. Suckles her neck. And she skisses the wet lips. Red on red. Or closey enough. Would be with lipstick.
She doesn't look.
"Make it all for me"
He fills her mind with imagination. The past people wanted to have. His peoole. Him, her.
The night stays young forever.
