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Author: Feathered Fiends
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 06-10-08 - Updated: 06-10-08 - Complete - id:2529853

I taste the sour notes upon my tongue as I swallow my own throat whole

and listen to terrified screams ignite beyond this empty home.

The room feels cold and empty and the walls are made of ice.

I watch the flames take cover from the noble sacrifice.

I smell my sweat and lingering sense of dread

as the worries still pound and puncture through my head.



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