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5d
There isn't any air.
Nothing is going in, and nothing is coming out.
The middle horizon stays a middle horizon.
There isn’t a sunrise nor a sunset.
It’s perfect, considering its methane country.
Explicit sirens sound off, with tales of emergency in the skies. Swinging and reading this newspaper is my apparent new pastime.
#apocalypse #doom #endtimes #gross
Bree
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Bree  42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles
(42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles)   
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     Carlo C Gomez
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