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The color of death, is conceived as red blinking consistently, threateningly, and annoyingly Time slows to seconds for there is a timer to mark my death white, rectangle strips draw me to, My last resting place
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
Red Walk
The color of death, is conceived as red blinking consistently, threateningly, and annoyingly Time slows to seconds for there is a timer to mark my death white, rectangle strips draw me to, My last resting place
#street#sad#depression#death#dead#red#rest#light
Ms-Chipp
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Ms-Chipp
18/F
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
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