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Sunday, 30 September 2007

Colonies

the children were basking in the moonlight as they did of every huckleberry harvest
but alas, great bread watched in awe

war was coming.
Posted by K0R8Z at 5:01 am

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Oh sand woes,

A contorted and twisted body is lifted from the old grave before you, it turns in mid air so your eyes lock in connection and you realise with fear that the carcass is your own.
 

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