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the dead sit in rusty folding chairs
a seat has been saved for me i have been standing too long waiting for too long is this like eating the fairies food? if i could just sit awhile stare in to the abyss can i return home? what is home now that i am not my daughter's home the chair's rusty jagged pieces of metal cut into the back of my leg i can't feel the pain just the blood trickling down the dead smile at me and point to the black curtains ahead looks like the show is ready to begin
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7/16/2022 10:36:01 pm
This is a picturesque vision of an almost gothic noir. The settling and imagery so familiar and transcendental yet cold and answers an eerir call from within.
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June 2023
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