he was her lover,
she was his servant.
he was her salvation,
she was his puppet.
he was her catastrophe
and she was his provocation.
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Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen.
#02 in short story 6/3/17
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#04...
she was so overjoyed that she could not see, could not observe all the little signs he would lay out.
the rabid glares he'd send her way as she sung her favourite ballad, the prolonged squeeze of her fingers and not even his desire for her to stay at home while he lived to his heart's desire.
she was blinded by him, blinded by his falsity,
for he was a trickster of great skill.
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