Heightened Trail

[master_slayer]

There it is just behind me, waiting for my slipped out demise, bending every will in me. Grotesque as I feel inward, crosstread outward and as if we had one hour left to compensate the broken pieces. Do not fret on me with empty insanities just because the sun is gone, please great divine whisper in my ear this one time, these stones here are cold

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[pokey13]

Your entries always seem so deep. They're like a special treat to read. :-)