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Smear, trickle, tumble The smell of iron from the red Ties our senses together Oh how I wonder where his mind went For his eyes were shadowed And his face was someone else Yet, he started to cry a faceless cry

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UpheavalTorture

24 / Agender

For You?

Written by

UpheavalTorture

24 / Agender

Published

Feb 11, 2019

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1m

Notes: This correlates with a short story I'm currently writing
Tags: #mystery #murder #lost #confusion #darkness

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