"It was like I was in a prision, a small room, tight. Muggy. Smothery. I couldn't move. There was only a crack in the wall where I could barely look out.
Some people were out there. They had strange form, hump ones. They got a girl and there was blood.
A red creek slipped to where I was, and somehow I felt I was going to be the next..."
segunda-feira, 14 de junho de 2010
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