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Sep 2020
I had a dream that my head was rotting. Friends I never spoke to sat idly by, detecting no abnormality. They smoked cigarettes a top their car, waiting for something to pull back the curtains of the night sky. My breathe went stale and the ground shook. I began to choke. overhead something watched us... and then I woke up. A sacrifice.
Flaws
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