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Sep 2019
leaving you was a dream
I was flying, wings were fire
no fear of the sun
heartbeat, racing steps
the unbearable speed at which
I was free, free, free

but your nightmare
she's never close behind
the stench of her breath and her hooves
clattering, echoing, screaming
until we are the same
and I am chasing you
as if erasing you would
erase it all
Written by
Fae
82
     Connor Ruther and Bogdan Dragos
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