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Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
Foundations dissolved
by an under whelming sense of
importance, walls tearing and
flaking, dust showering
the rust covered floor. Boards
groaning and clawing with unkempt nails,
the icy tips becoming fingers themselves.
Delusions splinted by a private abyss,
but not gone, it was all just a
whispers stolen by the wind.
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I particularly like this part ... it feels true.
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