Eyes wide open, she looked at the fan
He held her hands with his own red hands
You will never cry again my love, that’s my promise to you
And he started wiping the blood around her slitted throat.
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November 21, 2016 at 3:55 pm
Oh!!! That had an ironical ending…:p
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November 21, 2016 at 4:15 pm
Indeed..but isn’t human being ironical in its very nature?
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