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Oct 2015
you crawl on the ground

it is dark

cold and
bloodied

blips of teeth flash in your mind

why oh why
why oh why

you scream
but

who is to hear?

certainly not me! I turn up the radio

pan over to you dragging yourself
down the street

unknowing joining the rest
I'm excited for halloween
hunny
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hunny
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   --- and Sara Murray
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