Crimes
In a firm collection circled round in indiscretion, the old crimes fit into place. As the stories are passed out and roles are assumed, a vague unease gives birth to a new feeling of disgust and displacement, innervated by powerless thoughts. I suppose it didn't matter at first, but sin upon sin has changed the beast's nature, and now what was negligible in the beginning is full-fledged and daunting, a herculean task at the least. I guess all past skeletons clutter together, as no ligaments hold tight to keep the entities separate. It is so easy to open that closet door and have everything cold shut case come spilling out.
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