You don't mind if I take these right
What
Thank you
It collected ..
May I take this from you
Take wha-
Finally, something sharp
Nothing was safe ..
I'ma take these, yeah
Excu-
Thanks
But always so well mannered ..
If I may, I want these
For what
The end of my hunt
Thank you
Oh
so
Much
It'd collected many things. Eyes, teeth, skins, bones, limbs, piercings, blades, clothes, fabrics, threads, tools, ideas, and styles
It stole thing without form
Relentlessly
A cloud
I think
Smoke
Given form by that which it stole.
He-it
It
It was pristine
It was bad
Gorgeous
Bad
Charming
Charismatic
Not bad, Evil!
Right?
But oh, so beautiful
His Eyes
empty
deep black like a void
He stole from all the best
Long black pants covering his feet
A long white dress shirt covering his hands
A white vest slimming his original figure
If he-IT had one
An ever consuming abyss black jacket falling past his knees
Up close his eyes don't even shine, taking in any and all light it can.
His hands are soft
His-ITS, ITS hair? curling down to his shoulders
You don't mind my taking this, right
It wasn't a question, "wha-"
Thank you, darling
Wait a second, when did-
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