it was an intimate stroll, slow hard and infinent. in the mirror i was plae, but only from ashes from the far depths that i eexplored. the door slammed, and i'm back in reality. i can smell the sulfer and radiation that we are now compased of. my bones are cold and rust day in, day out. the metalic smell that pours out of every pore, every seem,
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