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and at the closing he promises and promises the last scene is just around another corner. and the pile of clothes in the corner is just a pile of clothes but i know things aren’t right. that the burning in my mouth the locking of bones and sinew once a month between us isn’t satiating. the thing inside of me pulsing. i’m a neck viewer using his curls as curtains. compromise watching things burst from other things. remember monsters break apart their hosts in escape. compulsion emerges from the core because of the nature of change. back in the moment: the screen darker than dark. my need, this body horror spills out of me.
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC
a horror movie to remember i love you
and at the closing he promises and promises the last scene is just around another corner. and the pile of clothes in the corner is just a pile of clothes but i know things aren’t right. that the burning in my mouth the locking of bones and sinew once a month between us isn’t satiating. the thing inside of me pulsing. i’m a neck viewer using his curls as curtains. compromise watching things burst from other things. remember monsters break apart their hosts in escape. compulsion emerges from the core because of the nature of change. back in the moment: the screen darker than dark. my need, this body horror spills out of me.
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC
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