It was real

Magnified light of a magnificent anthill with hints of torturing poison
he walked backward from doomed helicopter summer-laden flying
sweating blender of unknown
air vents attack and a lacking travesty
panic of love before that unnatural undertaker
a girlfriend dismounted her moped with melting ice-cream

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