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| z | in it's way, it was like a wasp, stabbing around, jagged. i lie, prone, under the violet light, arc lamp burning, erasing the nuance and texture of the frozen images. in silence, the multitudes scream, controlling the impulse to fly. it sears now, invisible purple knives raking my flesh, layer by frozen layer. scattered bits blow, winded by the quiet gusts, lost forever. i am bones now. and stops. | 150320 |
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| gaya |
no looking back now. now you know. si. |
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