In the woods..
I’m still dreaming, even now, this tired old spirit is lying alone, drenched with dew, under the mist entwined branches, soon it would scramble and go off home, home to you..
to the deadly loop that had once seemed familiar and fateful..
and I shall keep calling, even if I get echo in reply, like the chime in chimera which resonates unhindered, gibing the rebuttal of reality. If the worst comes to worst, why, there is pasture in the solitary boulevard for the beast that strays and the prey that is ravaged..
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And maybe, this time something happens on your return, the echoes that you hear are not yours, but of the ones you want to call out to you. The predator maybe, but not looking for prey, but ...
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Blasphemous Aesthete.. I loveeed your comment! I always write something which is abstruse but you've not only decoded this cipher but have given the author a fresh hope.. thanks a lot :)
Not anyone you know.. I agree @ comment! Thanks much.. :)
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