Face on wet pillows
Cold streams flow out of Iced eyes
Gloom, we see life bleu
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Kusliga Vista
“I told you we were going too far off trail,” said Clark. “I thought Ammon said he could read a compass,” said Kit. “Guys, it’s easy, we just need to find a river or stream and follow it. Those things always lead to civilization,” Ammon said and pushed through thick patch of bushes.
By Amos Glade4 days ago in Horror
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Beautifully expressed. I felt the sadness and melancholy.
Fantastic!!!