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Last night I died in a dream.
Next to Geoff.
It was underground.
Before the zombies could suck our brains out.
three two one,
countdown to gunshots.
Bleeding.
I crawled on my elbows to him.
My last words were...
'You're cold? I'm cold.'
And I laid my head on his bleeding chest,
and died.

I don't know if that means anything.

I just feel

unpretty.

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