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Jul 2013
pale liquid light floats through the slats in the

blinds.

he tugs and twitches the skin of his eyes as he realizes he's gone

blind.

his legs tangle in the sheets  when he finds he cannot

hear.

and now the bed is empty; he was never even

there.
Skulls
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Skulls
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