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[arghreality]

I sit here, six months since I sat here last - I will never sit here again. And still hanging from the hooked twigs of this tree, is the same shredded plastic bag - desolate and torn as wind whips through it... when it's caught by a gust it becomes alive; becomes a hanged man, straining and shaking at his barbed bonds - desperate and hooded, hung

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[renideo]

Set him free to roam the winds!