All dehumanized and
curmudgeon,
he knelt at the prie-deu.
It was all garnished,
his rob wasn't...
He held her amulet,
he dawdled about.
He saw her... in delirium,
her light degraded his retina.
Wholly candid in a comb,
she was covered in
gamine.
She played with him,
they were akin.
His feelings were alloyed,
and he was immure.
She ran and surged,
he couldn't do neither.
Cleared with the mist...
the amulet was missing.
He noticed,
and tried to weep.
His veins twanged,
he perished...
Illusion numbed him,
reality neutralized him.
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