Dewey was growing out his hair but it looked good on him. He had the right bones for it. A handful of Dots poured into his mouth, tumbling in a waterfall from the small cardboard box. He had the right face for someone whose favorite candy was gumdrops too. Slightly psychotic but eager like a puppy.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Damn you're good. Spewing dots and smashing pumpkins and all that!