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A crooked shiv pierces the wall Oxidized from blood and rain Bits of photons come pouring in Memories lost and unfelt pain A million unwelcome visitors crowd the mind Let in by the monster waiting inside The collector of consciousness subdued Reminds us that the debt is due A flash of awkwardness Public shame Betrayal Hands, despite resistance Sleep paralysis A succubus Force Drained of what they wanted Tossed aside like garbage The collector has been silent for so long He is never truly gone The taxman has come
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
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A crooked shiv pierces the wall Oxidized from blood and rain Bits of photons come pouring in Memories lost and unfelt pain A million unwelcome visitors crowd the mind Let in by the monster waiting inside The collector of consciousness subdued Reminds us that the debt is due A flash of awkwardness Public shame Betrayal Hands, despite resistance Sleep paralysis A succubus Force Drained of what they wanted Tossed aside like garbage The collector has been silent for so long He is never truly gone The taxman has come
stephen-norton
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Mar 25, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
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