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reflected wind

I stockpile food and firearms and ammunition. I lost my breath on a windy day. I went dark when the sun stood up. My breath smells like expired meat. I took a book of crime scene photographs into the abandoned factory. I masturbated over the photographs and the smell of expired meat. Someone sprayed your name on a crumbling wall. I licked the wall. I licked your name. My penis is raw and bleeding in another draft of cold air. Everyone I know is gone or dead. I jack off with your dirty underwear. I listen to the radio, a grey wind blowing from the mirror.

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