The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
”You speak with the purposed reason, to preform clarity, but show weakness on levels that should remain hidden.”
Angelica smiles and plays delicately with the butt of her cigarette, running her tongue across it like it was her lovers clit. “My little Raven, you mistake my captivation for a weakness.”
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