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Throwing Shade
Passing swiftly, shadows flutter in front
of my face. Renders me open. My pulse
quickens—forces a start. I wait for fear
to die down. The lonesome night compels fright—
when tendrils reach their destination. Screams
rip from my rushing...
of my face. Renders me open. My pulse
quickens—forces a start. I wait for fear
to die down. The lonesome night compels fright—
when tendrils reach their destination. Screams
rip from my rushing...
