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It's a sensation of which we don't see.. Could it be you.. Could it be me. A cluster of thoughts gather in my head. Laying in a daze almost a kiss from death; more maggots to be fed. Like the dark autumn sky; cool bliss in the breeze. Looming, watching me from up in the trees. Who are you...Who am i. When we figure it out; we all soon die.