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Aug 2012
Hear that?

crackling...
rough crunching...

Stop it.
Nothing
is *really there.


You're just
being
paranoid.

Such innocence,
such weakness.

I have you.
You so easily
sustain
my existence.

Expanding,
educating,
strengthening.

Your power
evanesces,
demonic ****.

Some day
strenght will favour
another.
Winona Forever
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Winona Forever
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   Saul Makabim
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