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Feb 2018
This room is full of beasts

Some fiends displaying a mechanical grace

constant in their pursuit of a perfect numb

Convenient gods selling a discount lobotomy..

saying it will help reclaim silence in a crowded skull  

Some souls were left suspended

minds consumed by slow motion

fleeting bliss rapidly expiring

bodies in limbo


When free will falters..

madness makes moves

eyes reassemble for nonsense

Their only crime was observing

I've seen this all before...

reruns from a dizzy dawn
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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   Shaine van Brug and Mote
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