A Forest Tale
I am the Bak’was, forsaken in death to the Skull Crusher. Abandoned by the clan inside […]
I am the Bak’was, forsaken in death to the Skull Crusher. Abandoned by the clan inside […]
Watch me, watch me now, watch me live before I die. Watch my days, my weeks,
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The stars whisper secrets in the breeze, rustling leaves in the slumbering trees. The moon has
Talking to an orange striped cat Bright lime eyes speaking to me But I was told
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I started drawing recently. I have three old, used pencils, all mechanical, that I’ve had for
Gold learns earlyhow to survive pressure.So do women. My grandmother knew thiswhen the crops failedand the
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Our fortress is comfy,stewards of fragileadvantage (never lost!)We’ve taken cover like antson a pin oak in