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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no white the rest just black:\ reason to a reason faith held one capture applauded reaches to fallen devils may fracture prisoners of grace in ten hells same on cedars that know no angel to not shame one beat on the downtown line once in twenty life times stars align hailing pain scars betrayed the blood of a shed stain haunt a child of a pure soul no more shadows chased for a find of bullet core if money were on trees then lands are leaf free look the eye no lie to a scratched unhidden cry poison spreads a four feet stare is it even of those a matter of fair royal flushed they think a game under the rugs shipped rushed hearts a lifeless drink on mindless sipped ashes called out happy hour not shredded unlit double vision as grown as useless as toxic as it dropped corpses the live left to ache hurt silenced been forever drowned on stake worst of a future misery crusted crumble like nothingness a cemetery thunder smells plaster lacked on dwells I may not blurt wounds because these things are not nursed doomed I know the knuckles of the cursor when I see an everlasting torture painting smudges dancing in same place selfishly -------ravenfeels
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Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
Doomed Fat Chance
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no white the rest just black:\ reason to a reason faith held one capture applauded reaches to fallen devils may fracture prisoners of grace in ten hells same on cedars that know no angel to not shame one beat on the downtown line once in twenty life times stars align hailing pain scars betrayed the blood of a shed stain haunt a child of a pure soul no more shadows chased for a find of bullet core if money were on trees then lands are leaf free look the eye no lie to a scratched unhidden cry poison spreads a four feet stare is it even of those a matter of fair royal flushed they think a game under the rugs shipped rushed hearts a lifeless drink on mindless sipped ashes called out happy hour not shredded unlit double vision as grown as useless as toxic as it dropped corpses the live left to ache hurt silenced been forever drowned on stake worst of a future misery crusted crumble like nothingness a cemetery thunder smells plaster lacked on dwells I may not blurt wounds because these things are not nursed doomed I know the knuckles of the cursor when I see an everlasting torture painting smudges dancing in same place selfishly -------ravenfeels
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Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
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