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"The children step off the bus, vigilant of where they are going. little pebbles allow curiosity to grow. losing hope, time goes slow. we begin to understand how things work, imminence is always watching. stalking into the night, the ground creaks. as he opens the basement doors, he hears the pipes slowly leak. shadows contour into your worst nightmare. watch out, don't turn to fast, you may run into that time in your past." (est. j.r.e.)
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
shadows contour into your worst nightmare
"The children step off the bus, vigilant of where they are going. little pebbles allow curiosity to grow. losing hope, time goes slow. we begin to understand how things work, imminence is always watching. stalking into the night, the ground creaks. as he opens the basement doors, he hears the pipes slowly leak. shadows contour into your worst nightmare. watch out, don't turn to fast, you may run into that time in your past." (est. j.r.e.)
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
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