Brass
Flesh
Porcelain wishes
Wires and veins and skin
Oil
Stone
Her visions
Her love
Her will
Their will
Every soul
That love
Without end
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HorrorThat is to say, downhill. Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow. No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learn...
