Sooner or later it would be just you I and the buzzing of fireflies and the dried pale streams, the haze of our partiality in darkened corners of the nights buffed Lillie’s and fungal ash plants.
These colloidal planes by hidden tides under shadows looming breath, by the trenches once again and again until we both find our found selves again,
To my lovely readers worldwide, thank you.
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