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It's an Ice Walk

A Poem by Hatter at Heart

To walk along abandoned plains For the unhappy, this means hurt The winds will whip me back Even held under a feather's weight The frozen tundra, ..

Sophrosyne

A Chapter by Dhaye

If you come to me in the middle of the nightDon't presume that I will open the door right off the batNever question mysophrosyne, it is for my protect..