In-between the seconds

By Lisalou

Chop of his head

The machines were on the way, they could heard them from afar, all the old sunflowers were quaking in the soil below my feet, they knew.

There is no hope, no possibility of a pardon, royal or otherwise.

less positive blip today but i did sleep for a whole 6 hours straight

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