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[01 Jan 2010|01:03am] |
I sighed. Sometimes, I've found, sighing's just the thing. Moonlight lay on my face now like a cool veil. My bedroom doors opened onto the veranda; the white wall; the constellations' impenetrable geometry. There'd be an epiphany, I was thinking. Anyone else's story, this is where the tide would turn, objectively correlated by lyrically described buggery, no doubt. Any other fucker's story. I, LUCIFER
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