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SYNOPSIS
An old birdcage sits in a faintly lit room that reeked a putrid, auburn chain—which jangles from afar.
A letter that came with a wilted Edelweiss spoke of a futile expedition.
A monochromatic rainbow. An unfinished chorus. A frozen secret.
A lone adventurer.
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Copyright © 2015 by Altair Winterbourne
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ALBEIT FLAWED, is a literary folio published by Altair Winterbourne on Wattpad. First completed in September 2015, this work was submitted as fulfillment for the author's creative writing course requirement as a student, circa 2015 and is currently serialized with newer writings. Of his older writings originally published on Wattpad under the same title, a great number were purposely unpublished for reappearance on future titles.
for Elcnair
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesieI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
