Nimbus
When the shock wave knocks the windowsfrom their frames and sends itsripples through the oceanwill our lightning storm descendand cover everything?During the darkness downtownall our stationary trainscollect the ghosts of former passengersstill sticky from the ectoplasm, laughing.Will there be anyone walking down thosetunnels in the undergrowth?Protected by the tightest fit,a woman’s legs in stockings pacethe […]
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