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6d
Demons swell in twitching skin,
bursts through our tiresome veins
scabs remind us how we bleed,
as we always need our skin to pick.

Forever are a catch of blow flies,
and fireworks ofย ย "we haven't died"
10 seconds of relief from our pain
Then comes death for a Fallen Angel.
Back to zombies as soon as its Monday.
Poisoned Wells
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Poisoned Wells  45/M/France
(45/M/France)   
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   Xyna
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