Tag: contest
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Sea cry
The mist lifts lightly to the sky, I, could not reach. The bedrock that rose from my back pull around me pierce the mindless blue. I envy them for their taste of molten gold, that for me, only a mirage swallowed up in ceaseless movement. In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel. They plunge into my…
MindWraith 