Stories tagged forgotten

Dusk

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Her memory was a faded pastiche of the past, and indeed the present sat uneasily in the middle of the dreams that governed her mind; so it was that often she would forget the day, the time, the year.

Ninth Love Poem and Ninth Song of Despair

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My name is Love and I want to go home.