a week pulse
by Skid Vis • August 17, 2011 • justice • 0 Comments
I’m dying. Your name echoes through my veins, ever fainter, like a passing marching band. Each breath that escapes reaches in to pull out the next. Soon, I will be vacant. My life begins to flash before my eyes, and I’m presented with all the memories of yesterday. This life has definitely been turbulent,...
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