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Wretched wickedness. Robed in synthetic skins. Contorted are all. Of there limbs. The chaos swallows them. Swallows them whole. While shadows are dancing; Inside six foot holes. ............................................ pyxhonaut. Reality is lost. ***** when cough. Up four nights. With no sleep. Hide the mirrors; with sheets. .......................................... In trance. In darkness black; The lonely manic. Laughs; Arm slashed; Craft masochistic acts. Insane; Destructive ways; LeAves soiled floors bloodstained. We burn the flesh; Over candles hot flame. (RepeAt)
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
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Wretched wickedness. Robed in synthetic skins. Contorted are all. Of there limbs. The chaos swallows them. Swallows them whole. While shadows are dancing; Inside six foot holes. ............................................ pyxhonaut. Reality is lost. ***** when cough. Up four nights. With no sleep. Hide the mirrors; with sheets. .......................................... In trance. In darkness black; The lonely manic. Laughs; Arm slashed; Craft masochistic acts. Insane; Destructive ways; LeAves soiled floors bloodstained. We burn the flesh; Over candles hot flame. (RepeAt)
Kristallthron
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23/M/Oregon
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
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