.I) The True Inner Death
Good bye; bye, bye Marrow Lake. Bone white and
dying below a harvest moon. A dying lake. A burning
moon. I make the analogy. There was a girl who took my
words and ground them into sand. To be blown, and
spat, and tossed across this fine line. I will not, n.
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