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The Price of Sanctity Hazy.. blind, I can't see a thing, Sweat; an ocean__and I drown. Trickling, feel rivers down my spine Scorched, an all too normal tryst. Elements, lost; wasted in the heat, An itch; how quitely it goes ignored. This headache. **** this headache Someone get me a salve. 2 hours ! Twice has the clock ran by, 5 more, er.. But, can I last any long ? Water ! No water ! No fluid Traverses in to / without _ Hell ? No, it is dead men walking. Heaven ? Has there ever any been? Natural, welcome to the new order. Living, shall never be any the same.
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Inside a PPE