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Vision 1
It cuts like fire.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
Published 23rd Jan 2025
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23rd Jan 2025 10:03pm
25th Jan 2025 2:12pm
Rotting since day 1.
I plan on allowing myself to freeze to death up on the mountainside.
I plan on allowing myself to freeze to death up on the mountainside.
