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Thousands of electric pulses scattered in confusing patterns. Imagination convulses, tattered, mind under matter. Enveloped by space and time, pardoned by neither, eloped by both. Pacing. Shooting from the hip, mind's eye is blind fire, pawing through the labyrinth, waiting for the shift. Hopeless. Blunder. Shocks. Over.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Midnight Battles
Thousands of electric pulses scattered in confusing patterns. Imagination convulses, tattered, mind under matter. Enveloped by space and time, pardoned by neither, eloped by both. Pacing. Shooting from the hip, mind's eye is blind fire, pawing through the labyrinth, waiting for the shift. Hopeless. Blunder. Shocks. Over.
bernard-1993t
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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