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May 2015
Blue paint for him
I think he'd be red when he reads this
Sulfer tightens the air
In a celebration for yakuza
hierophant dont **** my vibe
A brainless information shrouds us
baphomet wont **** my vibe
Except the darkness sometimes, they whisper....
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