Red berries, red red red red red
Bitter, long rotten but still hauntingly beautiful.
As well as I was the one who watched.
Always.
And same fella just a bit later
All I remember was someone watching.
I should go home.
I don't want to feed what's inside.
I was assured that birb is fine. They're going places and those places are more or less in their reach, according to their abilities.
Winter.
I don't quite remember what happened.
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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