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I've killed god, so nobody knows where she is- But if the angels are good and the demons they decide to strip me from all forgiveness and who I had coveted in flesh and psyche- Maybe within her eyes: I'll finally find, I'll finally hold, I'll finally see, that nirvana I once caressed with blood-dipped fingers, blooming and blooming, oozing and oozing out of her pupils I never noticed had already began to dilate. Dilating and dilating- dipping and dipping- digging and digging- for something that only surfaced once. However, I had dipped my fingers too deep; too intimately, and in a school bell's single ring, I had gone and taken us from heaven to hell. - eozyoh. 14.12.17/5.1.18
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
"Her Blood Blooms and Wilts Like A Flower."
I've killed god, so nobody knows where she is- But if the angels are good and the demons they decide to strip me from all forgiveness and who I had coveted in flesh and psyche- Maybe within her eyes: I'll finally find, I'll finally hold, I'll finally see, that nirvana I once caressed with blood-dipped fingers, blooming and blooming, oozing and oozing out of her pupils I never noticed had already began to dilate. Dilating and dilating- dipping and dipping- digging and digging- for something that only surfaced once. However, I had dipped my fingers too deep; too intimately, and in a school bell's single ring, I had gone and taken us from heaven to hell. - eozyoh. 14.12.17/5.1.18
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
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