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I enjoy sitting quietly in the shade of the linden tree behind my house. The wind blows softly and bird song fills the air. I like looking at the flowers I have planted in the yard. Sweet honeysuckle fills the air with its sugared scent. Stately irises sway back and forth. Comely yellow roses bathe their velvety faces in the warm sun. My heart beats steadily and I breathe a lilting tune as I think of your body buried beneath those roses. Your rotting carcass feeding their delicate beauty.

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One day we will be standing on a cliff in the Southern region of Chiloe. A chill wind will whip my hair about my face. Our hands will be cold. The setting sun will paint the sky with fire. As you turn to look at me, your eyes filled with wonder and delight, I will reach out to you. My hands will not tremble. My breath will be steady. I will reach out to you and without hesitation I will push you over the edge. I will watch the sun drop into the sea and drown. Just like you.