End Game: A Verse-style story


The pictures, memories no-one misses her more than me The profile, created in immeasurable taste hidden treasures, mine to keep. They frantically search for the missing; my barbituate haze, tangled maze of clues left behind, taunts to the authoritative ones, it's a love affair you know, the stalker, the hunter, the evil that dwells within;... Continue Reading →

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