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Sleek curves give way to a festering underbelly.
Corruption and fortitude are as one under blistering skin.
Tape worms meander through the ecstatic masses.
Vox populous cancer.
There was a man in a dark suit and sour grin; the kind that meant he had dragged his soul through the mire to end up where he is. There is nothing like a questionable moral compass and a glass of scotch to wash it down while he rips your life apart. He owns me.
Sly, velvet movements within the cold confines of the shadows.
You never see me, but I see you.
My hand does not shake, my lips do not tremble.
I am aware of my surroundings like no one else.
I am behind you.