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I jump towards the flames, abruptly, seconds after they're lit.
Except I never get there in time, and so I stand there cold, watching the smoke dance in pictures, painting itself upon the cold nights sky.
And this smoke, it attacks me, and corrupts my body, settles in me like a nest as if this lifeless object I've become welcomes it. And the only ( Read more... )

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