domina-et-servus: Alone, he is crushed by clouded dark. He pauses at the edge of the precipice. Forlorn hope and quick sorrow his companions, life has never been more than gritted teeth and clenched jaw. The angels never arrived, you see, and the rage
tags: Things that make me, me., writing,
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