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Our Pact

The crescent moon slipped out from behind the clouds, and smirked at me. But this was no laughing matter. For the stars were fading, and...

The Moon Bids Farewell

Each time that I bring,  my pen to paper.  I am troubled to think,  that sooner then later.  We will jump from this ledge,  and watch the...

Arm's Asleep

Wrestle with covers, roll left, roll right, then left again. Knees click as you extend your legs. Distant screams in the night penetrate...