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Pre-Dawn Nocturn

Inroads are mugged by dream-walking eyes. Time swallowed up into itself; a time when heroes are at their weakest, lions hunt within a narrowing back alleyway of night. both ceiling and floor push into each other. Then the green-eyed cat leaps; you try to hide from its luminous eyes, but it is curious, flesh is becoming softly compliant, Mist moves through a dendritic forestry. Only then when you are a thought aimed at a nowhere does the dawn light slip inside like a naked girl through a cleavage of veils. The cat relaxes inside the hollow of a newly dredged heart the world finds its face, commences to purr.

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