I, escaped

And, a moment out of time
I, escaped...

Yet there's corruption
the taste of..

t h e re's.....? a s en se ..
o f le ft...



..stillness, whispers
a dormant reality.

A something disabled in the shades of vapor
a vale resembling deeper..


it 's st u ck, l ik e liq uid gl ue.


Once I sleep or
stop
it's
there
a
sense
of
taint.


When I relax or once
I, escaped





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