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Passion Thief

Slinking silently and undetected, Passion Thief – a cruel night-terror. Unaware, The Watch unaffected, Complacency is my first great error. Creeping within rhythmic chambers, Putting to sleep Pride and Preservation: He poisoned their crimson cup With controlled relish devoid of … Continue reading

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