WALKING IN MUD
The land is dry except where I tread with feet doing the dead walk.
The shifter is asleep and is uninspired by being mired in
the mucky muck.
A little bit of rain drowns the monster mouse in a deluge of
contemplation.
The shifter is asleep and is uninspired by being mired in
the mucky muck.
A little bit of rain drowns the monster mouse in a deluge of
contemplation.
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