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DC Ego Death: First piece

DC fanfiction EGO DEATH: First piece Xander stared down at the painted symbol on the ground. It was huge and had taken Cassia a good hour to make out, but only because so much of it was filled in with black. "I thought you said you were making a chaos symbol for a ritual or something." It wasn't an intricate work like that he would often see in horror movies or in wiccan shops. "It looks like a compass," he concluded. Cassia, still on her knees and rinsing out the paint brush in the water bucket, smiled brightly up at him. The left half of her face was still covered by the sea-rusted helmet that he still couldn't place the name of but seein

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DC Ego Death: First piece

DC fanfiction EGO DEATH: First piece Xander stared down at the painted symbol on the ground. It was huge and had taken Cassia a good hour to make out, but only because so much of it was filled in with black. "I thought you said you were making a chaos symbol for a ritual or something." It wasn't an intricate work like that he would often see in horror movies or in wiccan shops. "It looks like a compass," he concluded. Cassia, still on her knees and rinsing out the paint brush in the water bucket, smiled brightly up at him. The left half of her face was still covered by the sea-rusted helmet that he still couldn't place the name of but seein

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DC Ego Death: First piece

DC fanfiction EGO DEATH: First piece Xander stared down at the painted symbol on the ground. It was huge and had taken Cassia a good hour to make out, but only because so much of it was filled in with black. "I thought you said you were making a chaos symbol for a ritual or something." It wasn't an intricate work like that he would often see in horror movies or in wiccan shops. "It looks like a compass," he concluded. Cassia, still on her knees and rinsing out the paint brush in the water bucket, smiled brightly up at him. The left half of her face was still covered by the sea-rusted helmet that he still couldn't place the name of but seein

DC... Ego Death

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Poem: Truth

blue and green parade as white luminescent as boiled bones Caging us now in these cold thinned sheets                    I’d ask you to hold me   Honest I would, but your lips are lined with salt the machines are now quiet Your good friends are waiting in your bed I lay watching “All your wallowing is unbecoming” It’s getting pathetic & I’m almost done                                        you’re dying here I’ll see the ending with a smile                    None of my smiles have ever been any happy You forget how              I chose not to learn  I’m perfect       with all this  

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