Created OOMs ?

I, a lonely eye, came out from crouching under the reapers. Among the blots chinking elbows together, a smell of the insides of belts and bands led me down an unfolded train to a stiff sliding door. Covered in scars, the wall wept in boredom, and I turned away. There were sounds further on...
Trembling sheets half-accidentally covered up the borders, nothing let out the purpose of the thread. Cold steps forward on the floor brought me up to the page.

#writtenoom #lonelyeye 2025-02-12

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