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Aug 2019
Sewage eminates from the grate
The door is crooked, and doesn’t fit the frame
The nights await for those left awake
The days bleed by
Scrape the gum off concrete
The heat has dried the lake and the fish flop
and eyes are left wide and scales flake
What’s it truly like not to breathe?
Nekron
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Nekron
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