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the graveyard is humming quietly as I sleep in the shack nearby the headstones shiver with the cold boulder breeze vibrations shoot from my feet up my spine I can hear them tossing in their sleep he pulls me closer he hears it too he is frightened my dauntless man quivers I close my eyes the world around me crumples like a wet newspaper a dead man appears by the door rips out my throat with his rotting teeth surrounded by what is left of his bloated and putrifying skin he is screaming I have brought your halo! you are no longer young and I may touch you as I please! he is breathing fire from his nostrials spewing words that I can no longer comprehend. I am infinity! I am the freedom that is death! I am a closet filled with skeltons and other atrocities! I am coming down really fucking hard! I open my eyes beside me still he breathes quietly over the sounds of the graveyard humming
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Oct 13, 2010
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