Raven in the AtticA body like a statue stares quietly out the windowRaven in the Attic
from the cold rusty bed, where she ... Genevieve ... lies dead. Into the twin oaks doth the porcelain owl sweep to peek through the glass and begin to smile? Indeed he does, while shattering into a violent and rubbery twitch, to disintegrate like a harbor’s mist suddenly carried aloft into the midnight skies.
The moon shown in, in search for his friend, unobservant of ill omens spun, and still of which to be claimed. Ashamed and believing that he was loved no more ... abhorred ... hid his face behind an ashen
You don't live here.
Shitty
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If you're interested there's a bunch more steampunk stuff in my gallery.
If that even makes grammatical sense...
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"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
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