"Swear that you won't tell anyone, not even God."
I swore.
It was a tale of rescue, murder, escape,
too outlandish to be true.
Somehow, my son had come unhinged.
Time has passed; weeks, months -
It's now seven years since that day
when the moon somersaulted into the light of day,
and the sun climbed into bed with night.
And I have not been the same either.
It was a tale of rescue, murder, escape,
too outlandish to be true.
Somehow, my son had come unhinged.
Time has passed; weeks, months -
It's now seven years since that day
when the moon somersaulted into the light of day,
and the sun climbed into bed with night.
And I have not been the same either.
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