The black tar pumps through your veins, as if machine.
The water turns into quicksand, as if caught in a dream.
Sound surrounds us, as if we were buried alive.
Sudden swerves come forth, as if both our cars were meant to collide.
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2018 01:11
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Comments1
Good images!
Thanks!
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