Apr 2023
The finger seeps from the clouds,
caressing the corners of his mind.
His eyes widen at the horror.
Pulse fast, hands cold.
Decision final.
Go again.
caressing the corners of his mind.
His eyes widen at the horror.
Pulse fast, hands cold.
Decision final.
Go again.
(30/M/lancashire)
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