The Nights that turn to day...
It was close. On the edge for so long now it seems. Everything in the past is nearly erased. Cant forget...but you can erase it all. Pacing back in forth within the unspoken cage. Claws/talons clicking as he walks. The passion, and anger hidden behind black eyes. In a night when the eight ball lines up against the rail, focusing on it as the next
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