Broken bones garroted by gauze and flesh-colored wrappings. No tinsel to adorn this sex-crime victim.
Waking in the very early hours only to crash again by midday.
The past is prologue, and the future will not yet unveil itself. There is only ever the present.
6:04 p.m. - 2022-12-31
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