Grand displeasure tugs at my apron string…
“Tonight, now? But I have so much to do.”
He stands there before me, almost 6 feet tall…
His ghostly image lined within a Yellow Taped frame. Holding the shards of me together…
My breathing turns heavy and I’m down on the floor…
Alone in blissful agony, even busier than before…
-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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