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     _{there was thunder in his chest.  what echoed like a laugh but could have been the arousal of his demons.  the ominous adumbrations that lit the dull living space made his facial features indecipherable.  residing to the sense of audio.ception through the harsh of his voice and clink of ice with a ,,glup’‘.  he regret, at this very moment, giving john keys to the flat.  he didn’t think of him as someone to invade personal space.  granted that seemed to be at the farthest of the mind.   ❛   ‘m afraid i can’t.   ❜   appendages dangled and swabbed the perspiration off the glass.  he was a man made of the finest IRON, the strongest STEEL.   ❛   …   ❜   an elongated hush is the want for john to leave him, to be isolated; him versing himself.  the past seizes him when his feet no longer want to carry the load.  he’s still quiet because, unconsciously, part of it wants the company.  to crave the searing sensation of liquor to endure the stone in his lungs; a representation of a looming presence.  obsidian eyes carry to draw the man’s figure through the black.  still there, still quiet.  maybe he understands it or maybe he’s gingerly watching to preform an exorcism.   ❛   ..why ar’ you still here ?  ❜}        

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