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uh, so-so/sleepy

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All in Vain

Vain

Bleached to the bone, dragged through sand, he stalked through the shopping centre at night, clutching the knife in his pocketed hand. Chasing his own tail through rat-mazes of the mind, not even knowing what it is he wants to find. All in vain. There’s no deeper discovery, only more subtle clues and yet more pain.



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yeah, another cheesy oneword.

And yeah, I noticed the crummy tense-shift myself, too.

Ah well. Free-form and all that. Lawsuits welcome.


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