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Miranda Wisniewski
- City of Lights
- Last Record: 2010-09-19 11:13:33 -1000
- Joined: Jul 23, 2010
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The world is but a dream as the rain pitters at my window sill, while little drummers drum and dance in the falling crystals.
It looks as though black stars twinkle with each droplet sinking i... |
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Down she sank.
Deeper and deeper. Poseidon’s current wading her through the black abyss. Sinking his trident ever so deep through her lungs. Popping them viciously like a 60’s d... |
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My eyes were tightly shut as the raw excretion flowed down my neck. In the dark, damp room I sat, with my legs curled into my torso waiting for what lingered deep within the shadows. ...
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…I heard it,
the sound of white noise faint on a broken record player as a soft world of white fazed around me. My body floated in the snowy space; hues of colors in pinks and blues slow... |
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