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*on its last day we murdered last year* with our lensed eyes named with a new gaze our voices flayed out with our mismatched knives designed and sharpened to cut, gouge, and bleed with the gifts of new poisons and fresh deaths.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
Strange Poet & Naked Fires : killers
*on its last day we murdered last year* with our lensed eyes named with a new gaze our voices flayed out with our mismatched knives designed and sharpened to cut, gouge, and bleed with the gifts of new poisons and fresh deaths.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
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