2.19am
n there was like this
scratch awl of white gold light
hanging over you like a dowser ...
n jabbing you in different places ... n very very frightening
n you speed run
down the platform looking for a safe place
n no safe places here ...
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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