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Jun 2019
The room was dim, with a little spark of shady blue
Though she could sense the catastrophe prying, she laid herself down there, dully
Her inclination of the prejudice
Left her, drained
Foreseeing a vast ultimate chaos
To an undeniable disastrous end


The night had been too long.
Evenoer
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Evenoer  26/F/Mind
(26/F/Mind)   
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   George, Ben, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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