The Eyes Of Sly

By Sly

Pockets

Walking home tonight, recycled furniture leads to 14 years of supernatural life havoc; waves of superstition paves a cement of unhappiness upon those with a will to accept it.
The glass remains intact. It's a good thing too - no cuts to lead a child to school, following trails of red from shard to nurse with bandages of healing and bosoms of comfort to play into good health and lives of never ending.

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