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sinkholes filled with grey matter

you left sinkholes in my head large enough to ensnare my wildest, unfiltered dreams. they're now trapped in my mind and lost in the grey matter. ashes to serotonin norepinephrine to dust ex nihilo nihil fit

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chris-ott

American

Published: Dec 8, 2011
LinesWords: 1336

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