Calm steps in the morning soon give way to the slashing of the Achilles' heels. Running foul of a wash and the purity of leather, the cold air warms quick as it bathes in the blood. Fury and pain rage through the nerves, skin sliced away on each and every step. Grey socks blackened with a hint of red.
Friday, 5 August 2005 - 03:53
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