Phantoms Of Another UniverseLook.I'll tell it like it was.black. cold. wretched.Static clung to the airlike ornaments on a Christmas treeand we were graced with the odd arced lightning.Oh, it was cold. so cold. I remember not seeing, my fingers frozen off as feeling receded from themlike waves on a beach. how could I even be surethey were.still.there?the forgotten memory of a sunsetlay imprinted on my brain,and its absence made the nightemptier than ever.we waited.we waited for the moon to rise,for the clouds to shift,for the e-lec-tri-ci-ty to stop(like lost travelers stumblingin the desert waiting for anoasis mir
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