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Apr 2014
Things
Things. Buried deep. Too deep to remember. Too deep to have a direct effect. Too deep to recover.
Things. Poisons. Buried deep. Leaking toxins into the soil. Toxins spreading. Permeating every inch of foundation.
Seeds. Planted. Sprouting. Pulling nutrients. Growing. Producing fruit.
Pulling nutrients. Pulling toxins. Plants unhealthy. Fruit unhealthy.
Unhealthy. Dying. Decaying. The only fruit available. The only sustenance.
Poisons. More. Soil saturated. Poisons spilling forth. Puddles everywhere. Growing.
Plants. Gone. Barren ground. Poisonous wasteland.
World. Crashing. Burning. Ashes. Nothing left. Dead.
And the knife. The ever present knife. With a sharp blade. With a sole purpose.
The knife.
#dark
#darkness
#poison
#things
#knife
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