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Shattered porcelain, on the chamber floor. Like eggshells, interrupting the silence. Ebony curls torn out from the scalp. A wooden cane in his hand. No NO, he whispered at the withering life. She breathed her last breath, and then died.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
Secrets
Shattered porcelain, on the chamber floor. Like eggshells, interrupting the silence. Ebony curls torn out from the scalp. A wooden cane in his hand. No NO, he whispered at the withering life. She breathed her last breath, and then died.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
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