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Lovely day
Cacophonous, filthy, market place, locals roaming like rats in a cage. Piles of flesh drenched in sweat and dirt, carrying the morning slaughter. Dreamy kids and corporate slaves on their routine, tightly locked down in Mr. meth head’s rusty old jeep.
Dawn is breaking.
Hands are shaking.
The great High falling.
Passengers screaming.
Dawn is breaking.
Hands are shaking.
The great High falling.
Passengers screaming.
Published 28th Sep 2012
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