Specks
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Jan 30, 2016
Imagine where everything is swallowed into a black hole where you can't dream about anything or imagine anything other than what has been replayed in your head several times.
That's this.
Little specks of thoughts travel through my hands as if I had ceased to exist.
Then I come back to remember in flashbacks...
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