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its all in good compliance not only to succumb to the scab that keeps getting picked at. The wound of my empty void runs feral through the damp mist, making the skin create pigments of discomfort. And alas, I do believe that it is all this simple.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
spinal fluids
its all in good compliance not only to succumb to the scab that keeps getting picked at. The wound of my empty void runs feral through the damp mist, making the skin create pigments of discomfort. And alas, I do believe that it is all this simple.
the-lunar-phase
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
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