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driving down a road flying black crows alone all i see grave stones i cannot scream a ****** stream horrible scene heavy smog fog downed  logs falling frogs hairless dogs attacking a dream a dead deer blood smears devil appears his fires landscape seared a dream it's dark black light lacked a snack fighting back the pack stepping on the cracks they keep coming back flashbacks a dream was not wanted constantly it haunted it taunted in a place life not a trace null space no flowers In a vase a dream maybe
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Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
a dream
driving down a road flying black crows alone all i see grave stones i cannot scream a ****** stream horrible scene heavy smog fog downed  logs falling frogs hairless dogs attacking a dream a dead deer blood smears devil appears his fires landscape seared a dream it's dark black light lacked a snack fighting back the pack stepping on the cracks they keep coming back flashbacks a dream was not wanted constantly it haunted it taunted in a place life not a trace null space no flowers In a vase a dream maybe
mark-tilford
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Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
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