Above the water’s shadow
has fell to the last breath of the night,
fear
as a black
felt of blankets,
gripping
with every fiber,
choking air like thick
gray musk.
A crow cuts
its warning cackle
echoing into the demented depths.
The sky is
a pit falling
forever.
has fell to the last breath of the night,
fear
as a black
felt of blankets,
gripping
with every fiber,
choking air like thick
gray musk.
A crow cuts
its warning cackle
echoing into the demented depths.
The sky is
a pit falling
forever.
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