Homo homini lupusA Story by Jeannette Lunete
"Iron vertebrae are breaking courage in your shelter. It is not legitimate to speak while you are sighing. I understand."
The last drop of Bourbon stunned his liver. He spits out his final charm. "My eyes are full of lemon drops while I speak to you." Now the shadow is trying to escape. This man can't even dance the Moonwalk. Lame. "You know that I get shaky when you look at me like that. Stop being so disgusted. Do you think that I enjoy being the King on a chessboard called Subsistence?" His iris is now turning into a mosaic fragment of unbeaten illusions. "I could fall for you but I am still on the ground. " The visage is whispering tranquility. " Don't you imitate my pattern, you cannot handle the kink of being in the wrong puzzle." Finally the enemy takes a bow. The pieces of the mirror are on the ground. He sees a reflection. It could almost be him.
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