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My heavy breathing finally stopped, but at least I managed to make it home, if this temporary shelter can be called a home at all. The streetlamps were still
Bird
Frosty nights.
Sometimes you can find your ghostly
Ravenna. My story..
Light… Flashes… White glimmering. Consciousness does not want to come back in any way. Wherever you look, the reflections of colored flares turn into grotesque patterns from acid trips