Everything was envious about her, her frequent bursts of laughter, her crooked smile, fragile insecurities. she was a comely specimen under the shadows of an astringent man. He wasn't a diabolical villain or a blasphemous outlaw,just a captive of his mind and his close mindedness. Her beauty spread across the seven seas painting a mural of limpid colors and fine shades. It was beyond the limits of imaginary understanding. He wanted to hold her in a scaffold but her aura defied all sorts of boundaries. She was a dark gloomy death under the eyes of the grim reaper and a phoenix resurrecting recurrently from its ashes under the vibrant gaze of life.
when the moon was at its zenith, the wolves howled and the raging thunder crashed the cage around her. She made a run for it in the fiery weather. His claws were sharp and clinching. They chased her to the ends of the earth until all that was left of her charisma shattered in cold blood. She was alive and well.He left everything carnal untouched to forge the perfect alibi for a heinous crime.though her emotions were robbed and her magnanimity enslaved.
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SpiritualSeclusion is a tactical gambit to earn absolution. It takes you Miles ahead of the conspiracies laid down by your sins.
