Dead In A Dollhouse
The dead inside a dollhouse are delicate to view. The ratio of blood and rot, from your omniscient view, is irrelevant as an apothecary you bought and carried home inside one hand. Bijou glass bottles brimming pastel poisons beget a tragedy too small for you to understand or feel the weight of weapons you fetch with fingertips — none of these cou…
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