Etched in the woodwork, the faint histories, the private shadows of secrecy.
Their lineage, their words tell us nothing.
Their voices caress, and lick our wounds with poisoned tongues.
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Etched in the woodwork, the faint histories, the private shadows of secrecy.
Their lineage, their words tell us nothing.
Their voices caress, and lick our wounds with poisoned tongues.