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A funeral is my mind. Where former lovers and silver-tongued liars attend their wake. I spare no life when I can take. An invitation from God is what you’d need to depart. But there is no God to be found here, only your grievances and faults. Stand steadfast and ready, my reviled lovers and liars. You’re in my dark abyss now and you’ve taken your final bow. Your procession has arrived.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC
Every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
A funeral is my mind. Where former lovers and silver-tongued liars attend their wake. I spare no life when I can take. An invitation from God is what you’d need to depart. But there is no God to be found here, only your grievances and faults. Stand steadfast and ready, my reviled lovers and liars. You’re in my dark abyss now and you’ve taken your final bow. Your procession has arrived.
boleyn
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC
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