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June 09, 2026
More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003 Craven
Craven He hugged death Life had long ignored him Vermillion were his screams Supping as oft as he dared Anonymity his blanket He is the raised hackles of a cat That cold shiver in the middle of summer He is everywhere and no one He exists outside of reality At least yours © 2000, Mosquitobyte
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