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Sunday, 14 October 2007

Send Graft to 112 Pickle Lane.

of course some walk with trees.
amongst the leaves.
looking to the sky you will never notice the dying child.
Posted by K0R8Z at 5:47 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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