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Mar 2019
Perfectly still, is the demon who waits to enter on someone else's private nightmare,
The dead man's precious last words so eerie or subtle or perfect or too haunted for by bare ears to handle
She asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Let me think about that. I'll tell you next time I see you." He said
aL
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aL  22/M/Philippines
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