Vanishing Point Allene Nichols She’s waiting there, just at the horizon like some hackneyed ghost from an old black and white movie Her nightgown flows around her and her moans float like lily pads on a stagnant movie pond If she turns her back, you must follow because the compulsion is strong and because you might love her She might lead you back to that night long ago, when you drowned in lullabies and awoke to a world without shadows […]
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