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talking to opaque shapes floating through me. family is unnerved abandons me. i continue speaking in tongues walking on all fours. i burn symbols into my skin with my fingertips. i read them with just the whites of my eyes. the language that lives in your nightmares. i speak the evils youve commited, and those you still desire.. ..i speak you from the room.. alone in this world. no food, no water; this body will last for centuries.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
demonic possession is next to godliness.
talking to opaque shapes floating through me. family is unnerved abandons me. i continue speaking in tongues walking on all fours. i burn symbols into my skin with my fingertips. i read them with just the whites of my eyes. the language that lives in your nightmares. i speak the evils youve commited, and those you still desire.. ..i speak you from the room.. alone in this world. no food, no water; this body will last for centuries.
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Bhutanese
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
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