melodious was the child's scream, as it echoed through the creaky wooden walls. The voice was beautiful, yet haunting as if satisfaction and pain was given to him with the hands of death in a simple haul.the lifeless piece of battered flesh surrounded by a thin pool of velvet, and there's one scene you simply can't forget
-the child was smiling
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Lucid Thoughts - poetry | ✓
Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
