I am walking in the night air...in the dark crisp blindness...roots and other strange hands grabbing at my bootlaces....i hesitantly dart behind the oak....shadows piercing my dream.
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Written by hummy I am walking in the night air...in the dark crisp blindness...roots and other strange hands grabbing at my bootlaces....i hesitantly dart behind the oak....shadows piercing my dream.
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consciousness is a social behavior into the bite of the sea went we, ...fuller fear were we |