Pity placed.

The insolent one. A one night stand with death. Drifting like an empty pocket. In the shallow grounds of litter. A pain staking spitter to commune with angels. I dream of what I am. The prosperous advantage of life. She smiles. The convolute sinister pride. Of a distant moon. Grave for instance. To ask of whom and what. Diddly squat jack rabbit afternoons. Insipidly conferring the next. A taste of shadow. Do I wan't this and what's more? The deep penetrating voice bares harm. I remember being scared. Out of sanctimony the wanderer attends. A bit more than what she usually spends. I believed in money. Fathomed scarce the dire digression a duty lies ahead. And I was just a boy then. Visions of betrayal. Did I know them well? They left me.

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