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prepare to shudder, prepare to have demons taunting you, playing disturbing games with your soul, with a calming darkness and scary happiness. Staining your hands with a metallic substance, marking the walls of the invisible. This is what happens when you touch my soul. Creatively ugly but mouthing the word pretty. Be careful. It's like  I was touched by this ebony, fair eye angel with two sides. Soaring with bloodless and sullen wings. But there is happiness, somewhere... Sometimes presenting itself like a optical illusion, adding mystery to my image.
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
When you touch my soul....
prepare to shudder, prepare to have demons taunting you, playing disturbing games with your soul, with a calming darkness and scary happiness. Staining your hands with a metallic substance, marking the walls of the invisible. This is what happens when you touch my soul. Creatively ugly but mouthing the word pretty. Be careful. It's like  I was touched by this ebony, fair eye angel with two sides. Soaring with bloodless and sullen wings. But there is happiness, somewhere... Sometimes presenting itself like a optical illusion, adding mystery to my image.
It's a little strange, but it makes for an interesting read.... Alexis. W ****
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
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