Wrapped in protection, only the barely audible kisses of rain onto the leaves outside break the silence.

My trembling hands tracing the intricate works of art that map your body.

The demons who inhabit my mind rendered mute, their taunts and jeers a fading memory.

My soul feels complete, I am home.

◄ Perditus.


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