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A graveyard makes a small nest in the stairwell. Three mannequins dressed in gore, laying side by side. The science lab’s window is now embellished with a miniature marker board that reads “1 bleeding to death” Library: war zone. Bodies scrunched like fists under desks, wearing book bags like bullet-proof vests. In the lunch room are men in black trench coats, plucking machinery from duffel bags and flattening the pulse rate of innocent souls.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
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A graveyard makes a small nest in the stairwell. Three mannequins dressed in gore, laying side by side. The science lab’s window is now embellished with a miniature marker board that reads “1 bleeding to death” Library: war zone. Bodies scrunched like fists under desks, wearing book bags like bullet-proof vests. In the lunch room are men in black trench coats, plucking machinery from duffel bags and flattening the pulse rate of innocent souls.
sarah-moseley
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
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