Sunspot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
While staring at the sun.

Submitted: October 16, 2012

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Laughing spirit.

Demise on your tongue.

Through the brush you crawl in the twilight.

"Little child, where are your fathers?"

"As one I have come as many.

My fathers twisted in time. Deceived me."

"Child, your pupils on fire. What brings you

to this grave?"

"The taste of iron. The foul blood from my

fathers' mead."

Hurry now.


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