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Proper Opulence| 5. Glitch

Basically I'm the disease your poor heart could not pump, process, or purify the tasteless something in the water waste drains exit into your water Put you in duress, the deviant disaster, the master depravity, the agender fuck toy, smiling sodomite offered only carnal distress for your innocence, trash for your sacred naivete (but I'm not wrong . am i // am i .)
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Written by
ZeroNine
27 / Non-binary
Published
Jul 14, 2017
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33·64
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grind grind grind grind grind

rust rust rust

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#glitch#proper#opulence#sodomy#hearts#poor#disease#deviant#carnal#distress
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