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the voice beckoned to me but I was busy
it was lovely, just lovely I imagined as I started to lite the cigarette holding my hatchet in the other hand.
I wasted and melted away into the light and the void rises.
I could feel the grass under my feet.
the grass and soil got mad at me...
I wasted and melted away into the light and the void rises.
I could feel the grass under my feet.
the grass and soil got mad at me...
