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The moon is obliterated, a ball literally reduced to nothingness.
A waft of smoke lurks in the background.
Time engulfed in the stillness.
Dolor (spirit of pain) waits in anticipation, its arms wrap around you, suffocating you in a sickening calm manner.
Your body shuts down, your senses scatter across the floor and your eyes have lost all control.




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BrokenBree said...
Nov. 25, 2011 at 1:58 pm:
Love this! You should try poetry too!
 
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anonomys said...
Sept. 6, 2011 at 8:24 am:
nice yet simple 
 
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