High Tide
"High Tide" Callous Shallows, shallows Sing, sang Dismal echoes. What we fear: waves resounding endlessly in the background of a dimly lit scene; Candles flickering; Stopping and starting and clinging, Clinging to their lives like poor marionettes clinging to their reigns. Cold air, Body bare. Gone away, silently. -Jake V. |
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