InferiA Story by Train
Crashing down as piles of bodies strewn from the surface conflagration arose a mist as dark and dull as the eternal bore. Dimwitted from where they fell the bodies of sunken dews leaving all life behind. And as close as an apparition beauty was torn from the confusion which they drew. Nature stacked against the wilderness. Not losing breath, the bodies fell out of the mist into the dank blue earth.
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Added on February 9, 2019 Last Updated on February 9, 2019 |