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All That's Left
An amber streetlight shines upon a skull,
He had no more room, the monster was full.
Devouring the innocent like flesh bowls,
So that machines may have their own souls.
He had no more room, the monster was full.
Devouring the innocent like flesh bowls,
So that machines may have their own souls.
Published 7th Dec 2022
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Always enjoy the scary dark enigmatic writes that leave the readers to their imagination.
Well done.
Well done.
