Lost (part 2)
By Beyond Zion
As the echos pass into the nightshade, my fear builds into castles. And he steps closer to me, hunting me. The trees rustle and bend in the wind, and the beggars awaken and hide. His shadow stretches long into the street, and I freeze. (He's closer) Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 01:01 AM PST 0 • 10
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"As the echos pass into the nightshade,..."