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It happens under a clear but crying sky frosted fingers tracing lines interfaced to the void another image, clawed scrabbling it's way past your eyelids a numerical movement, venomous winding it's body across your scalp you cannot unsee them paradigm shifts situational perception overhauls in an already chaotic nothingness It happens under a clear but crying sky, realization you are not the predator watching, waiting but remain the prey
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Missing Time
It happens under a clear but crying sky frosted fingers tracing lines interfaced to the void another image, clawed scrabbling it's way past your eyelids a numerical movement, venomous winding it's body across your scalp you cannot unsee them paradigm shifts situational perception overhauls in an already chaotic nothingness It happens under a clear but crying sky, realization you are not the predator watching, waiting but remain the prey
November 8th, 2015
PadanFain
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
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