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Thursday, October 05, 2006

Last night the world had come to an end.She was alone.Everyone sleeping tight.Under humid fans.Bare bellied.Sweating in dirty sheets.Dark dusty dry hollow.A destroyed metropolis. And she was a l o n e .

Very very scared.No mother. No boy.

4 comments:

RuKsaK said...

dark is the word for this one. simple and sad.

ShadowLor said...

touches something in me. scary...

Stickleback2 said...

I can relate to this.

steamroller B&W said...

@ruksak: hah :P laughing through my teeth.

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