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The trembling of my fingers, As the blood in my veins rushes through the frail tendrils... Blood. That's all there really is in the future ahead of me. Crimson and fluid like a sunset...on Mars.

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floral-sillage

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floral-sillage

Published: May 29, 2013
LinesWords: 735

Notes: Not many people look beyond the surface; or really even think about what's going on, on the other side of their LCD screen. We're all on the dark side of the moon sometimes...

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