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20h
I wish a small heart,
could have lunged,
but the air is tight
and what's ripped apart,
I can't communicate
the only red of tarts
is ex-communion
and my guts do burn
a tasty steak demonian
The Haunting
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The Haunting  M/Near the eye of the Abyss
(M/Near the eye of the Abyss)   
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     Sky, Immortality, London Paris, Emma and Jeremy Betts
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