The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you
apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to
be coming from. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under
my bed and threw them away. ‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered,
crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck. He
made it impossible not to respond, his arms tightening
deliciously around hers. I seek chaos,
but not out of choice. That night, she
hunted the alleyways of the old town. He had
been baptized there.
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