Keep your shoulders icy, And keep your secrets safe. When life gets somewhat dicey, When all you love is strafed. Sorrow isn’t useful, It burns away the life. So little of it youthful, Why waste it all on strife? Remember those who’ve lost you, Not the other way around. Memories stick like glue, And hatred is abound. I once was a child, Who frolicked in the snow. Now that life is mild, I have nowhere to go. Perhaps if I’d...

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The stranger came just as Giuseppe had finished spraying down the lab. The tables along three walls had become hazy green blurs, barely catching the light from the single bulb he had left lit. The dulled grey cabinets peering down at the tables stretched toward the ceiling in rows that quickly, almost unnoticeably, slipped out from sight. And no wonder, for high above him the walls drew together and created a lightless co...