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Desperate Wishes Cast
' where, in the shadow of a winter moon beyond eternal skylines collecting stars, does affection unfold in the sheets of a nighttime whispering on the breeze desperate wishes cast as stones on a pond, smooth surfaces now laced with ripples, spherical patterns meandering towards a slumbering shoreline, drifting inward a silhouette of love, an angelic form peers, soft mahogany eyes reflecting yesterdays worries, offering visions of a tomorrow woven between today's dreams and desires, waits silently thoughts echo through the dense forest, evergreens listen as footsteps forage for a path, a lone figure in the dark, beneath a braided canopy, a mosaic of memories luring instincts and needs winding a way through bramble and thistle, scars fend off thorns, flesh withers in fear lost within the mist of past encounters, pained reminders though welcomed just the same when in a clearing he pauses amidst swaying reeds, perusing a distant horizon, witnessing the final ripple slowly making it's way to the place she stood, now vacant as a faint sliver of morning appears falling to his knees he pleads for the return of the winter moon, the return of its shadow, the return of...
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