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Late night rendezvous the carcass of hope pecked clean by fever dreams and relief in pain. Their macabre passion infused with action evolves and invades the pale, sick ecosystem. Still, the waning moon tells no tales. Their urgency of need overshadows the pull of light. The night stumbles forward beyond their collective consciousness in her dead eyes and on his swollen lips.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Violent Love
Late night rendezvous the carcass of hope pecked clean by fever dreams and relief in pain. Their macabre passion infused with action evolves and invades the pale, sick ecosystem. Still, the waning moon tells no tales. Their urgency of need overshadows the pull of light. The night stumbles forward beyond their collective consciousness in her dead eyes and on his swollen lips.
tamal-kundu
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
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