Grimpers Playground
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Jun 26, 2014
Ever wondered what it's like to borderline a panicked state of mind?
to physically witness your inner daemon's?
could you find the time?
so read this poetry which doesn't go for long
and could you attempt to make sense of what is going on?
so turn off the lights
and don't make a sound
but make sure to have fun
when you enter..
Grimpers Playground
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