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The air is cold as it blows through Shawn’s freshly shampooed hair. He looks up at the sky and surveys the vast gray pool of dreary. I hate n..

...It’s been a long ride. Mowing - next five miles... If I could kill you with cyanide… It's never around when you need it. ..

Heaving sighs and breathless cries all crumbled into a single photo worn a bit on the right side not brown, but a little yellow Silenc..

The isolated moon shivers - a glistening burst of electric madness. Beyond that glimpse of night sky… of incandescence…..

alive.. in this life like vines drying on your castle walls a house with no doors in a world with no w****s [they hurt me] ..

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