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cold fingers on notched wrists seeking the lethargic pulse the air full of heavy smoke smothered by the ashes watch our burned-out world drowning in the faded flames no words left to say shivers down the twisted spine a definite embrace
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
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cold fingers on notched wrists seeking the lethargic pulse the air full of heavy smoke smothered by the ashes watch our burned-out world drowning in the faded flames no words left to say shivers down the twisted spine a definite embrace
jomeyer
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
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