In the tide of once was
In the forest of once knowing
That further from the light was the truth
That swallowed such kings whole
No minister sprang words from his throat
Nor wolves gnashing their teeth at new born babes
It is the words of such foolish tales that keep men at bay
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Every summer he would send her letters. Evelyn was thrilled when they arrived. The anticipation of receiving them after the long winter woul...
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He told me I would always remind him of autumn. The way the leaves turned, the line between decaying leaves and cool breezes, the way the fo... -
At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the ...
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