The lonely woman is a ghost without a soul. She gave it to a handsome devil. He played with it and grew bored, tossing it aside as he walked his road to damnation. She trails behind him but is already in hell.
The lonely woman is a ghost without a soul. She gave it to a handsome devil. He played with it and grew bored, tossing it aside as he walked his road to damnation. She trails behind him but is already in hell.
Amazing prose, DK. You paint a desolate place that is utterly beautiful.
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Thank you. Coming from someone who’s lyrics I enjoy reading, that means a lot.
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I appreciate that, DK!
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