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Dec 2018
Cyber-zombies
surviving blindsided
in a no-space, no-time fiber

They lied,
when they said that everything goes black
when you die.
Everything goes black
or completely white.

Like this screen.
This white screen
This white bright screen
This white bright screen of death
Written by
Dimitris  24/M/Athens, Greece
(24/M/Athens, Greece)   
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