Sink far into the square, out once more in the dark. Slipping into a sombre slumber. Here lurks what has been, what will be, the shadows, the secrets and the truth. The stench of salt floats about the deep pools that flow and froth around my naked feet. No light, no sound, no feelings. Yet I see, I hear, I fear. Alone, I see the shadows, Alone, I hear the secrets, Alone, I fear the truth, Alone, I face myself and know the evil there.Birth sign: Not entered
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