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. I hear my hair growing, my being dancing, like a candle flame, black, illuminating nothing. I smell my heart beating, my mind flickering like a promiscuous eye, invitingly void and delicious. I taste my stomach churning, my moods changing, like a pupating monster, waiting in the pitch dark. © Pagan Paul (26/12/17)
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
The Edge of Terror
. I hear my hair growing, my being dancing, like a candle flame, black, illuminating nothing. I smell my heart beating, my mind flickering like a promiscuous eye, invitingly void and delicious. I taste my stomach churning, my moods changing, like a pupating monster, waiting in the pitch dark. © Pagan Paul (26/12/17)
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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