Spark, The Horizon

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As I watched through the corner of the looking glass there was a spark that sparked and stole me from the glaze that invaded my marbled mind. Something deep was on the horizon, looming through the beaded sunrise, something was coming. Peaking through the thousand thread woven sky. It was coming for me, and when it came I was no more.

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