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Jun 2018
they're all around me
in my brain, they feed like vultures,
the voices that leave me un-free
a crowd of faceless creatures,
black shadowed bodies I could see
standing there like creepers,
my stomach twisted in the fear of what it could be
were they insanity seekers?
Alien
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Alien  24/F/Outer space
(24/F/Outer space)   
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