the heart.
Yes, it is true, all part of the brain.
claw hooked and treacherous, however, broke his heart.
E 'there, right in the middle of the chest, I feel that pain that I takes your breath away. Paralyzing
.
Then I think I was a collector's item.
Act.
among other pieces, equally unique. Some butterflies
nails in boards made of glass.
I remember once, I do not know who, somewhere, a butterfly flapping its wings still skewered.
Some people collect stamps, some cars, those tin soldiers, who priceless paintings.
A pink crabs. A rare
.
to preserve with care, should be examined carefully, to enjoy its possession.
Collector.
ecstatic, wonderful creatures, sitting in that chair, too precious, ancient. Marionette
a ritual repeated endlessly.
sentient puppets.
Brainless no taste whatsoever.
full awareness, an essential requirement.
I wonder the others.
The other pieces of the collection.
They felt the same pain. They played
aware of the game, taking a run shortly thereafter. Only
I stayed nailed, just beating wings, her heart pierced?
I wonder the others.
As the road continued. So
deviates claw mount and I feel anger.
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