twenty-three years

she spoke to her shadows in a slience gingle. one that any busieness hungary man will kill for. her words formed blood shot wounds she brought in her pain for what he paid i say it was a good deal. her pain for his gain. as he puts the money in her head she turned him to stone. lost all sence of humanity and ganged her selfishness twenty-three years his lost in pain.
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