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Feb 2014
Her senses ran out of breath as her blood became contaminated.
A pixelated vision, her 3D world was filled with paranoia.
Each inhale of the heavy air slowly led to weakened lungs.
Left with an unrecognizable taste on her tongue,
her ears illuminated a dull light.
Hoping her fingers could sense the difference between the twilight.
Written by
H King
408
   Lewis-Hugo
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