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He ensnarled her with his brutal guitar and poetry. He was her first artisté. He was oh so talented and even more tortured. His twisted teeth spoke artery shattering words. Under the depth of his performance she lay buried in dirt, thinking she was searching for a clover. Hopefully she clawed and moulded herself to his grave.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Angel picksup a pile of old bones
He ensnarled her with his brutal guitar and poetry. He was her first artisté. He was oh so talented and even more tortured. His twisted teeth spoke artery shattering words. Under the depth of his performance she lay buried in dirt, thinking she was searching for a clover. Hopefully she clawed and moulded herself to his grave.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
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