I go by many identities.
A lurking shadow within the realm of thoughts.
A dire nomad in search of stories worth telling.
A listener to unuttered conversations.
Just as many of us are . . .
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Story by Liith Iridescent
Whistling with the Wind
Gone
To a safe place nobody goes
Alone
In a head space nobody knows
Fond of the cold
But I shiver with the le...