Author: Aaron Echoes August
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If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood… Read more.
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Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train… Read more.
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The taste of internal bleeding is that of metal, iron precisely. He feels it running down his insides, a reminder… Read more.
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A snip I have noticed unexplainable surges in my stats, and it just doesn’t make sense. For example (as pictured),… Read more.
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The rainbow in the sky has anxiety as the planets cry and the moon tips over. His spacesuit is uncomfortable,… Read more.
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Icicles like dragon teeth hang from my house. They drip, drip, drip, like blood in the sun. Like crooked piano… Read more.
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The wonderous aftermath of the ice storm that rolled through Tennessee. Read more.
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The days are slowly getting longer. The shadows are outrunning the stars. Veils of a stone keep and funeral incense… Read more.
