Her articulation is but an echo within the wintry walls of my empty heart. I am no longer allowed to hear her false charms which once encouraged me blindly into a fresh Hell. I have moved beyond the matrons of prudence, their reprove harms me not. I will no longer give tongue and howl in the darkness. My anguish will not draw tears from eyes unfamiliar.
My delight for what is to come holds fast to its willowy mast. For this is a journey that has felt my charriot's wheels many a solar day. I have passed this occasion more than I can remember. By chance it will become my endmost sojourn.
-Johnny V.
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