haunted by the thought of it's ever growing desire. searching for
snakes in the city that will bite and eat your soul. cold teeth
snatch up the weak.but what drives someone to sell of a part of there
life for finacial gain. weak is the thought that comes to mind. weak are
those who sell there heart to a snake for a taste of false hopes, false
dreams. golden is the heart that stands by watching the ghost sell off there
souls on the corner......
elika
MMI
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