night falls; (she lost herself) same day; (but I couldn't see anything) dirt wound - scrapes the skin. It is pale, scared colouring myself in blue-black dust falls; (cold) down on the bone; (but already I knew) and the mask was pulled tight, crawled over. She paints herself blue-black and when I fall down (nothing) I hear the sound (nothing is left) she was laughing- crying. overcast; eyes turning back to blue-black.
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