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It's as if time Becomes a wisp Of vapor. It leaks from my memory And distorts my concept Of concept itself. Floating through a place Filled with clouds of Creamy crystals Being grasped by their Seductive claws, Tantalizingly slow, A shudder.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Alternative Reality