The ruckus began at dawn. After the moon was gone. Chilling screams, fractured and piercing. Soaring high and low. Leaving dread, confusion, causing fear. Shrieking madness, howling voices. Leading me to, the very worst of choices…..
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Escape Reality 
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chilling…🥴
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Excellent. Clipped like Morse code
The rat-a-tat of a machine gun
Packed in yet room for more
Mysteriously cool write 😎
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Thank you Nancy…some days are like that…but it’s always interesting 😁
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