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Sep 2020
At some point...
The room started to smell sweet.
Like Lucifer died in my arms.
I could taste the breeze from the window.
I could hear death.
I could smell noise,
And i could feel the cold sweat.
The rope was tighter than usual.
Hell called upon me, but heavens gate were glowing...
It comes again.
deyrah
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   Zach Kinnett
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