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May 2015
Reports of cannibalism, infected war victims, this poetic rhythm amplifies  ever letter written. As I escape unharmed he looks at his arm, empty, he looks to the floor Jude's key but where is she?  Fist grips key and chain, until blood comes out. The sun comes up another day, could it be, the possibility she is alive? Walking around, I hear distant sounds, I see people sprinting  a man getting eaten alive by 5 children, I couldn't help em, and Jude is still missing. Where to start? The  Season changes, it's starting to snow I'm under a bridge with a dog, discovering a book with some of it's pages burned off, I see  pictures of the number 8, a nun ,an hour glass , shells from the past and a quote "sounds resonates from the mouth figure it out". It's the north to south spell to escape hell. I need to find the ingredients, what do you say Dimes  you wit it ? Barking loud because you understand me. So I went on a search for a piece of chalk, three different types of clocks, florida water and a *** slash cauldron the spell worked teleporting  him to a dimension with no hell..... ( To be continued)
(Turn this into a mini series lol )
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
(77/F/New York)   
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   Jude
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