The Box

he is always in his head,storing consciousness would be welcome,that way he lives on.her, on the other hand is an adrenaline junky, living off energy.her claustrophobia would kick in, she imagines.she would miss her hands…and hisA box of consciousness.

Tongue

Destroyer of worlds Conveys as thought, raw, uncultured Pure intentions burn at its mercy Its foolishness to try to redeem May this remorse count Only to the gods of virtues Given a chance to unwind time, I still possess no eye for delicacy _I very much meant well.

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