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⠀⠀⠀with⠀⠀⠀__every⠀⠀⠀𝒷attle,⠀⠀we⠀⠀lose⠀⠀a⠀⠀little⠀⠀more⠀⠀⠀/⠀⠀⠀remember⠀⠀EVERYTHING⠀⠀that⠀⠀⠀we'd⠀⠀⠀https://xitter.cf/t.co/qAuem9cg3O⠀⠀for,⠀⠀⠀@pinfingers.

⠀ ˖⠀DO⠀YOU ⠀FEEL⠀ SAFE?⠀
Joined November 2021
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it's a downright shoot-em-up. we've made a 𝗀͟𝗋͟𝖺͟𝗏͟𝖾͟𝗒͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝖽 out of the bone white afternoon.
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⠀ ⠀ ﹒ ⠀⠀⠀𓃦 ⠀⠀⠀ˍ⠀⠀⠀@pinfingers.
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. a thousand times over i wish i could tell you. i wish you could hear it in my every breath, in every word i ever utter. i hope it reads in my eyes, how they look at you.
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"i need a mental health walk."⠀ = ⠀ implying there's something wrong, ⠀ emotionally vulnerable, ⠀ attention-seeking. "i need to secure the perimeter." ⠀ = ⠀ i need to secure the perimeter.
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"english." ⠀ languid, ⠀ the pistol's slide back into its holster, ⠀ sated in its pound of flesh. ⠀ fear is well enough a tool, ⠀ but reason is far simpler. ⠀ he prefers this, ⠀ over the wailing, ⠀ the clawing. ⠀ an impersonal distance, ⠀ between roach and this..
pick, pick, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 .. continuing to dig along gaping flesh, not even sparing the other a glance. captivity is nothing. that 𝘨𝘶𝘯 is nothing. “ .. эта чертова песня и танцы. ” when nail touches
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"nikto. ⠀ tha's interesting." ⠀ not particularly.⠀ his cadence stays flat. ⠀ sight skirts to watch the crimson sticky on hands, ⠀ and his own fold in the small of his back. ⠀ song, ⠀ dance, ⠀ roach leads this waltz. ⠀ "the munitions picked up in gdańsk.
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which port are they coming in from?"
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"no. ⠀ 's none of that, ⠀ nico." ⠀ clink, ⠀ glass onto counter. ⠀ fingers weaving through unkempt barnet. ⠀ there'd been a time, ⠀ back when this had been simpler, ⠀ when nico couldn't read roach as he does now. ⠀cryptic. ⠀ superficial. ⠀ walls and walls.
SERBIA , ⠀ ⠀ HUNGARY , ⠀ ⠀ ITALY. ⠀ ⠀ it’d been simple , ⠀ ⠀ this haul , ⠀ ⠀ and he wonders at that — the ⠀ ⠀ [ quiet. ] ⠀ ⠀ no chatter , ⠀ ⠀ no chase. ⠀ ⠀ his nerves sweltered in dread whilst the mission churned on ,
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"'s on paper. ⠀ analysts, ⠀ i think, ⠀ they were following the money while we were in vicenza." ⠀ ears burn with it, ⠀ the shame. ⠀ his dread. ⠀ not enough wine in the world to drown it all out. ⠀ herculean, ⠀ the effort to peel himself off,
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create the distance necessary to soften the blow. ⠀ "they've got us under some spook now. ⠀ american. ⠀ special actives." ⠀ thumbing just under an eye, ⠀ a mark his lips have kissed time and time again—- ⠀ "we've got orders."
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brows pinched, ⠀ lips pulling into a thin, ⠀ bloodless line: ⠀ aim–trained hand still steady. ⠀ squeeze to trigger, ⠀ ANOTHER* warning, ⠀ lodged in the space between boots. ⠀ "you hear me?"
⠀ nails * 𝘥𝘪͟𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 into a bullet wound, carelessly pulling broken shrapnel with bloody fingers .. more 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 than in pain.
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flame; ⠀ the end of a fag, ⠀ burning low in the orange glint of dusk. ⠀ ringing and the thump-kick-thump of his pulse through his ears, ⠀ red dripping down from right to jaw.. ⠀
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ׅ   ׅ ⠀   ⠀* ⠀⠀⠀ @preydrives ⠀ ᭡⠀⠀.
thank you... for loving someone like me who is good for nothing, and who has such bad blood in his veins.
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⠀ ⠀ we’d ⠀ ⠀ get ⠀ ⠀ drunk, ⠀ ⠀ loosening ⠀ ⠀ our ⠀ ⠀ attach­ment ⠀ ⠀ to ⠀ ⠀ ourselves, ⠀ ⠀ and ⠀ ⠀ we’d ⠀ ⠀ 𝘦𝘢𝘵 ⠀ ⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ⠀ ⠀ 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵 ⠀ ⠀ 𝘳𝘢𝘸.
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red half–moons mark palms, ⠀ fist clenching, ⠀ laxing, ⠀ clenching again. ⠀ two weeks, ⠀ and a hypothetical always banking on the horizon has finally soured the landscape of his reality; ⠀ a dream dreamt too long,⠀ the cold–rush of inertia.
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A NEW HANDLER. ⠀ old faces, ⠀ some new. ⠀ A NEW NAME. ⠀ A NEW PURPOSE. ⠀ they were right. ⠀ they'd been stalling, ⠀ in italy.
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a hand snakes around and drains the rest of his wine. ⠀ too crisp, ⠀ suddenly all too dry. ⠀ vegetables plated, ⠀ served. ⠀ bon appétit, ⠀ 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ⠀ strained his, ⠀ "you smell like longhaul. ⠀ no layover?"
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