To Their Doom.

If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more.

Familiarity, like fire in my veins. Like a pulling, a call tugging my heart away. Like relief, flowing through pain. Like death, approaching acceptance.

Rushing, wind, and screaming dreams.

How I’ve missed this. And yet.

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