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violent You are like a biggest sound cloyingly honeyed on my mound of massed and singing chords (you are a rose most thorned and beautiful i clutch idiosyncratically strangled scarlet petals bursting a foal i;ve nursed with tremoring pits of bold gangling and accurate stench violent you're a tedium a lush and decaying growth so lightly cancering my cell and I breath your daily blood and i whimper first glowering fist my hand to take that penitent shape and i"ll whisper it to their chins: they who art most a mortal folly as to wade in my quaking presence andi ' ;ll sleeep them quickly rushing rushing oBliviOn)
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
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violent You are like a biggest sound cloyingly honeyed on my mound of massed and singing chords (you are a rose most thorned and beautiful i clutch idiosyncratically strangled scarlet petals bursting a foal i;ve nursed with tremoring pits of bold gangling and accurate stench violent you're a tedium a lush and decaying growth so lightly cancering my cell and I breath your daily blood and i whimper first glowering fist my hand to take that penitent shape and i"ll whisper it to their chins: they who art most a mortal folly as to wade in my quaking presence andi ' ;ll sleeep them quickly rushing rushing oBliviOn)
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
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