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The screen hisses. Time — a crackle. Snow of dots, the tape’s cold breath. A face appears — then vanishes, As if recalling someone’s death. Tape rustles, the sound turns hoarse, A squeal — childlike, but not alive. You press “stop” — yet still, of course, The frames keep crawling, half-alive. In every click — a forg…

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@cloneriggyandsonic

Joined

October 19, 2024