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Dishonorable disaster. Underwater moon knows but does not speak of doom. Shed your clothes and come with me child. Come down here with me. Cannot inhale where she dwells. Dead sludge mouth grows inside. All swells and long swallows kills me to the ocean floor. The end of depths; she still controls there. My stretched regrets God does ignore and I swell more. Her all can devour in many ways this walking corpse. I close my eyes and eat myself.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
Drowning
Dishonorable disaster. Underwater moon knows but does not speak of doom. Shed your clothes and come with me child. Come down here with me. Cannot inhale where she dwells. Dead sludge mouth grows inside. All swells and long swallows kills me to the ocean floor. The end of depths; she still controls there. My stretched regrets God does ignore and I swell more. Her all can devour in many ways this walking corpse. I close my eyes and eat myself.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
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