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We swam in a river , our clothes sticking to us
A crocodile rising beneath
The snapping of its jaws unbearable
like lightning ripping the sky
Staggering backwards
writers and artists are all about ugliness and monsters at the moment
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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