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What. He ate out my heart and threw it up. Poison lungs, poison veins- **** Viscera numbed, spined eels wriggle, I am ****** ****** as in : a shut-in, swain of Gehenna, rocked, rolled. He needed more rope for his net and so cut out my tendons. What skies to worship now? What skins?
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
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What. He ate out my heart and threw it up. Poison lungs, poison veins- **** Viscera numbed, spined eels wriggle, I am ****** ****** as in : a shut-in, swain of Gehenna, rocked, rolled. He needed more rope for his net and so cut out my tendons. What skies to worship now? What skins?
#lost #heart
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
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