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The return of the living dead
I looked at the pale face
that face that doesn’t exist
neither alive nor dead
but inhabits the space of one who is no more
It was a nightmare that inhabited me
and suddenly it became flesh
it started to walk, it breathed the need
Death is not an end
it’s not even a rest
It is the continuity of absence
that insists on showing itself
And I saw those bodies
they didn’t know what they we...
Sunday 26th January 2025 5:59 am
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