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Feb 2017
You
You dragged my corpse through countless sheets
Watched your image projected through my eyes
You took silence as an answer
Practiced vivisection with my thighs
You let shadows over take you, told god you were done
Then continued a cycle that filled a quiet morgue
You watched bodies spill from constant torment
Let a virus loose inside them
You killed all those within your grasp
Luna Craft
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Luna Craft
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   keaoss and mickey finn
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