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Walking back home along the rim of the galaxy, the colours rip her body into an abyss, and her whole entirety spills from her guts. The fears and terror that dare not haunt the day, well, the brass of city lights taunt them to play yet as the door shuts, the dread will always shrink away.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Night Terrors
Walking back home along the rim of the galaxy, the colours rip her body into an abyss, and her whole entirety spills from her guts. The fears and terror that dare not haunt the day, well, the brass of city lights taunt them to play yet as the door shuts, the dread will always shrink away.
I wrote this walking home in the dark which was, as always, a terrifying experience.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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