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A small, yet perfectly rounded black dot sits on your skin, you have never seen it because it marks the back of your neck. It’s one of those things about you that only other people can see, if they take the time to look close enough.

I’m afraid that no one is ever going to notice it and that’s a shame because it’s not actually a  black dot and it’s not even that small. It might even be an entrance to a completely different universe. A universe where there is only one planet, a planet which is home to all the things we made extinct on ours.

Instead of a sun, a diamond runs the world and although no grass grows, the dinosaurs, mammoths and dodos are content because it feels like Christmas every day.

I think about taking a sample of something. I’m sure someone should know there are strange things living inside of you, but as the ground shakes with your cough I realise that maybe it’s just not my place.

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