The warm rains sounded so real they nearly woke me each time. A tall statue of Osiris stood above. I felt compelled to get up, but I lie there instead as life moves on all around. Chaos in the streets poured out like the blood stains on my clothes. It was the first idea to come from the heart in an apathetic year. I was comforted in my
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