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Post by tailbest on Apr 16, 2012 12:44:56 GMT -5
Moments of my life flash before
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Post by onamirrorsedge on Apr 16, 2012 13:17:22 GMT -5
my eyes.
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Post by tailbest on Apr 16, 2012 13:32:08 GMT -5
I snap back, realizing my life
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Post by Mr. Blonde on Apr 16, 2012 13:39:00 GMT -5
Is not what it was supposed...
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Post by onamirrorsedge on Apr 16, 2012 16:32:48 GMT -5
to be, as the demarcation between
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Post by tailbest on Apr 16, 2012 17:07:06 GMT -5
What I see versus what I
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Post by onamirrorsedge on Apr 16, 2012 17:12:28 GMT -5
know, is distorted by this death
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Post by tailbest on Apr 16, 2012 17:27:38 GMT -5
Crawling up towards me, death filled
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Post by onamirrorsedge on Apr 17, 2012 3:02:01 GMT -5
entities, that smell.
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Post by tailbest on Apr 17, 2012 10:31:19 GMT -5
Of something not of the living
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Post by onamirrorsedge on Apr 17, 2012 10:34:04 GMT -5
alas, for me, I walked
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Post by tailbest on Apr 17, 2012 15:16:08 GMT -5
Across the roof, the dead swarm
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Post by onamirrorsedge on Apr 19, 2012 10:53:18 GMT -5
lost and bewildered, but driven
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Post by tailbest on Apr 19, 2012 11:35:09 GMT -5
at the warm flesh looking down
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