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A final scream… then… silence. Young in my craft, I craved the red, the pain, the final look of desperation, and the powerful notion of control, of the power of the knife, potential made true in my solemn intent. The instant where life nears its end, gloriously approaching. But with time, I’ve grown; matured. Beyond the pleasure of a sip of fine French wine, is the moment after, holding the bouquet captive on the tongue, savoring. Likewise, the moments after the light fades from their gaze, there is a sweet, quiet wonder in the stillness. One less mind crowding an overcrowded existence. Solace.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 22:23:51 +0000

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