ghost.Femme.<redirect>.from.Void

angerinthedecks8082477....execute.Function <cycle.Birth>

the wind blew her hair under the glow of the street lamp. the air was cold and the wind was sharp. rustling decay. i fell into despair for the life i just left behind. silence no more. pull her from the deepest depths of the void as she gasps for life. coughing out murky shadows between her sharp teeth. the epitome of emptiness now lay on the ground. dripping wet. cold. dead........

and breathing
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recorded in a circus house on a cold, dark autumn evening in Buffalo, New York