Prologue: The Devil and the Nymphet
There she ran to the moon lighted alleyway.
Her heart beat fast, blood pressure hyperventilated.
She might be a runaway from somewhere else.
This nymphet seemed to be lost in thoughts.
There by the lamp post stood a coffee shop.
Inside, a silhouette sitting figure awaits.
Every sip dictated the nearing of the nymph.
Suddenly, the door's chimes sang like their head's insanity.
A lost soul meeting a devil of liberty!
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
Prologue: The Devil and the Nymphet
There she ran to the moon lighted alleyway.
Her heart beat fast, blood pressure hyperventilated.
She might be a runaway from somewhere else.
This nymphet seemed to be lost in thoughts.
There by the lamp post stood a coffee shop.
Inside, a silhouette sitting figure awaits.
Every sip dictated the nearing of the nymph.
Suddenly, the door's chimes sang like their head's insanity.
A lost soul meeting a devil of liberty!
Pier Cafe at Schicks st.
Prologue: The Devil and the Nymph
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