John 0.5

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John 0.3

Hyperbolic gloss

 This is just something I'm working on. Not sure where I'm going with it at the moment. Let me know what you think.HYPERBOLIC GLOSS:Ice cold, should sting but it doesn’t. Air clinging to my face in swirling clouds as I slow my pace. No real need to rush now, blinked off the radar ten minutes ago. Occasionally watch for echoes, so many in this part of the city. Fragments caught in a tar pit of forgotten history and villainous acts. The screeching stench of rape, murder and overdose is almost too loud to remain sane.


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