for the outsiders nest also in the innermost circle, looking around in yet another place they thought they would fit. and they do. only not completely.
this is when you find yourself looking for your right arm in the middle of the night, although you know how scared you are of this place after dark. traversing the grass shadows and blackness of trees swallowed by the sky. deeply aware that your presence here has always defied any rules of worship.
to see vital sparks in a place safely labelled a necropolis
glaring transgression against the sleepiness of sheep
21st century, Thanatos and Morpheus are still a close kin
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