writing
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What You Missed While You Were Awake
Deep colors there were; wide blues, greens, and reds;Faint songs of bad memories that echo through heads.A soft-sounding huff of breath long held backReleased on dead wings to slide through the cracks. A softness there was; the color, the sound,A… Continue reading
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No Way Out
The black moss is soft under my hands, leaving no imprint after I remove them. I know this even without seeing it; I can’t see anything down here in the dark. There are sometimes sputtering torches at the junctions that… Continue reading
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The Mouth of the King
“I woke in the late fall. It was lonely at first, down in the dark of the undercroft, but slowly I came to realize that that’s where I was. It was peaceful; a good time for reflection upon all I… Continue reading
Liar's Retreat 