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[personaminor]

The dread ichor runs to nil, mingling with water, diluted. A moment comes: the flow loses opacity, the life drained from a face. In time, my skin is the lone obstacle for my skin. What has washed away, a fading, distant darkness

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Oubliette

[anonymous]

Please, tell me you don't often spend time in the oubliette!! I'm glad you can get yourself out of it!!

P. S. I often think I may be taking short naps there, too.

Re: Oubliette

[personaminor]

Sometimes I just find myself in the oubliette. It's the damnedest thing.

[de_ambershay]

Your writing is so pretty.

[personaminor]

Thank you. It's one of the only things I have (but not in a bad way, it's one of the only things I want).