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Aug 20
Wake up to a black screen...
A smooth spectrum of feeling.
An idea of life.
In dream dungeon decay...
Wake up again...
Sun. Sense. Obsession.
Blue sky beige.
Dreaded robot rule over your ruin.
Wake up again, let that black screen be there, separate and taken into your being, stronger.
The make up of your real monster, moving.
Gained.
Seismic Nought
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Seismic Nought
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     Millie and Jimmy silker
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