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03rd Nov, 2014
He walks down memory lane of his hometown. Hasn’t been home in years, fifteen to be precise. Still hears her blood curdling screams in his dreams.
In the darkness of his mind the vicious circle of deception and pain continually plunges his soul into the utter demise. Water, snow, ice – her prison. Dark eyes, slightly parted pale lips…
The image of her ivory skin torments him still. So, in his dream he is as still as she will be forevermore.