last night a dream of flying. faceless figure intent on harm. myself aware vividly of every movement. the body's edges. breathless. it floods with fear. until refuge. chanced(?) upon in a wall of doors. and a fleeting image. a hooded female with painted face. ghostly quicksliver. the metalic sensation of a knife piercing the flesh of wrists and ankles. the wounds through which grew wings..
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