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Oct 2019
Stark Lights
Fill the room
Nowhere to run
Skies collapse
Thunderclaps
Where do they come from?
You shrink inside
Run to the covers
The bed is wet
Smells of mildew
Maybe they killed you.
Who's next door?
And why is it Screaming?
Come and play..
The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav
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The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav  38/M/9Messiah, Michihel 🍁👑😇
(38/M/9Messiah, Michihel 🍁👑😇)   
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