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TUNNEL
TUNNEL
Tumbling end over end down the black nothingness of the tunnel, spinning down breaking my bones, bruising my flesh in a violence of movement.
Now, numb with pain I pass out as all my blood drains from my veins to be replaced by ice-cold fear. I’ve never been so afraid, all I want is peace, to rest, to sleep, to die.
My life is taken up by this tunnel, never ending...
Sunday 19th February 2012 1:57 am
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NAV
Hard to believe that the seagulls inland are lost. How an earth did they end up dozens of miles from the coast? ...
Wednesday 25th January 2012 12:55 pm
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