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ice on the sheets_

he slid his fingers towards the edge of the known world_

there is a darkness that feasts within me_

you wrote me a poem in bruised skin and blood_

heavy, used lips_

carve a heart into my chest_

a god in waiting_

the three suns_

the secrets of gods_

her web of lies_

the hand of a witch_

the dead are easily summoned_

5 moons waiting_

the Slime Witch_

gods can whither_

the hinterlands_

along the road of the lost_

my tongue sits silent_

two cold moons_

the Death Witch cradles her heart_