His memory was a mortuary for the time capsuled thoughts that recessed – to erase the condescension that presided over the torment, that buried beneath the sulfured insubordination. Their sardonic disposition grinned as they froze like winters remorse, while their malevolence anointed fiction and constructed the masquerade of fabrics built within his presence. Their thoughts…

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