Falling from the World

  She was there to save me when I fell out of this world. They are memories like the fragments of some dream or nightmare. I remember stumbling through the woods, falling breathless against trees, looking down at the blood on me, dark in the moonlight. I remember stumbling across the meadow as the dawns
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Published on November 10, 2017 03:31
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