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Ghosts are in your head. Good angels, not humans felled. Monitor the feed.
G. Pearson
High Paranoia. Once neighbor, now judge—witness. One by one, doors slam.
Step one: copy codes Two: lament bank balances Three: Like WordPress post 😦
It takes a village So Mr. Stenson agrees Three touchdowns = no test
Instead of before I’d like you afterward, please Digestif then sleep
Change trajectory. One wild night forevermore? If you say “I do.”
Calling from above Birds take no notice of me In their bright world now
Stars turn out their light Feeling too guilty to blink Must secure perim…
Muscle beneath pelt Pale fur and claws for twelve feet My fear tastes like bile
She thinks I’m all spent; I was just pacing myself. And I’m glad I did.