Under the guise of a fallow, seeding all the while, the silent germination thrives on all the filth you sow. So subcutaneous, like a shadow cast in shade. The only way to see it clearly is to cause the one to fade. Cast aside, he stands reluctant, spoiled food regretting the swallow. Knees cracked, shattered elbows, lips and limbs left loveless and cold. One more lost moment begets echoes of pain. No limbs left to cross, no comforting warmth, merely a nest of hair frozen in knives of ice. Like a broken hand, it hurts to hold on. This was no accident. The nakedness can often obscure the truth and this was brimming intent. It's bloodlust but its lust at least, undeniable and warm and I take it like a champion, a bravery born too late.
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