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I was scattered to the farthest reaching stars Thoughts on thoughts stacked like library halls till the many pages formed a face and with growing thrist swallowed me down into the endless night of a dying black hole I had lost all self control
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Agoraphobia
I was scattered to the farthest reaching stars Thoughts on thoughts stacked like library halls till the many pages formed a face and with growing thrist swallowed me down into the endless night of a dying black hole I had lost all self control
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
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