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in a dream some nights ago, she walks towards me slowly. both calm. she takes my hand,
discrepancies in the heartbeat graph
soft skin (on her part), sinks her canines into my fingers, digs deep, hits tiny vessels.
empty streets
blood drains from entire corpus. as I die, I wake up into a soi-disant “real world”. what’s

real?

 

         
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