
Last Samo
Joined April 2021
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Memory Merlot
Echoes traced the ceiling as my eyes, agitated subtly by dust, stalked the circling motion of a propeller. Dazing. From above, these doubting whispers proceeded with masking the constant blinking of my alarm’s red tainted numbers against the room, my consciousness seemed unresponsive.
By Last Samo4 years ago in Confessions


