ache-pattern on Etna
elfwrenck lured to sink
& leave ping of language
allotted foxtrot
through hoarse hurried carols
the hap trickles thick
vacant lots of victim
averted gaze days
"It was hard to believe the place was really in use; that anything really functioned. I was aware of an uncertainty of the real, in my surroundings and in myself. What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind." --Ice
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