Sunday 7/18/2021 11:20:00 PM

 the thief grew impatient as the lock proved sturdier than expected.

there are the things that can be taken. and there are those that cannot.

the silence stumbled and tried to say. but the words were gone.

the mirror broke. the reflection shattered. there were pieces everywhere.

i couldn't see. it was all too far behind.

the assassin polished her blade. knowing the dead seldom stay in their graves.

it's ugly chasing those ghosts. uglier still being chased by them.  

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