We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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or (to the shore line)
The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling
clock/night watch
I watch the clock like a hawk, stressed for the alarm to blare; it doesn’t care that it scares away the mice in the nightmare nice but there in the sleep stare at least I don’t have to climb out of bed sleep-deprived and go to work for another greedy jerk to take credit for…
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I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it
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Jordyn Saelor 