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Birth Of a Dream Killer by Kori | Written 6/8/17

We were meant to breed.
Create little monsters,
and lose our desires.
Not even Cronus could help.

Push.
Push.
Push.

“Congratulations!” Doctor says,
“Your life is over.”


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