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In damp and ragged sheets my quaking lungs do thoroughly exhale

My skin is covered in raging torrents of terse and icy frigidity

With photographic precision my life runs long before me, engulfing my seeing sense and overwhelming my thinking eyes

A bright reality tears asunder the encroaching blackness and baths me in a glorious essence. I float before it.

Why, oh why, did I eat that dead and rotting fish?