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tkess
The abstract isolation of life
Emptying itself
The infection of time
Washing over us

Where has the city gone? (more)
QueenMab
     I felt the gooseflesh rise on my skin, along my arms and across the back of my neck. The sun was beginning to set and as the bright autumn rays disappeared, so did the warmth of the day. Yes, he had been watching me as I'd thought. In(more)