The steep tiled roof had grown dark and mossy with age and rain. The triangular wooden frames fitted into the gables were intricately carved, the light that slanted through them and fell in patterns on the floor was full of secrets. Wolves. Flowers. Iguanas. Changing shape as the sun moved through the sky. Dying punctually at Dusk.

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.

There once was a guy on a sinking boat. You could not save him. Even if you tossed him a rope. That's it! There is no more. No sad faces please. It's just the end of the quote.

Written By ProfessorEaves

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