Sober

big_thumb_ccb1415cb82498d2f233a84e821cd8b5The intoxication fades, we feel the subtle torment of piercing venality.  This pain leading us to fields of unrequited affection; despondent emotions drifting towards the center of night.  We are lost, stumbling through the void into these broken plains; those untended fences damaged by the force of storms.  Demons in the mist, phantoms trampling love; it is the nature of the season, the epilogue of desires.

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