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A glimpse of past and future
Once colorful dreams now appear like ancient statues animated by the screams of a harlots burning flesh, her reflections dancing in the glinting eyes of the watchful ravens. I once laughed at the sight of of tree's waving the stars away their crippled posture poetic in the glimpse of our future, a blizzard of flies gathering for the party of the end embracing the smog of burning flesh,
The laughter still ringing in my ears like a feedback of tinnitus.
The laughter still ringing in my ears like a feedback of tinnitus.
Published 12th Dec 2021
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