• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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In The Absence of Lights

Dark-mirrored hallways A dim precision march Here we have tread before Without fear/Well measured Pagan desires and objective Study. Pavlov's dog is still Breathing, his cigarette falls To the floor and he dances like a manic animal. Lost in the headlights, accidents shall occur once more. There are no excuses left for avatars, no reasons left for men, only lights in the doorways flicker and then they slowly

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