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15 June 2007 @ 15:10
Chapter 7  


I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:

The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs.
- Sylvia Plath

Warnings/Bonuses: Adult themes. Course language.

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