The Faces of Sleep
They come, the faces, as one slibers past the perceptualimitations of one’s current. These are the recently deseized, sequing their lovied-ones in the Slurry. These…
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They come, the faces, as one slibers past the perceptualimitations of one’s current. These are the recently deseized, sequing their lovied-ones in the Slurry. These…
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