Wednesday, April 12, 2017

In the Darkest Hour Comments

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Meadows, acres of meadows and gravitational fields.
Crushed to death with hundreds of my own shields,
Unarmed, stark naked like a slug, buried on a rock,
I escaped myself eventually, turned the key in the lock.
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Sibila Petlevski
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