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Candles lit, Counting down from six. Blood spills down your mouth & through your teeth like a overflown dam with cracked walls. Death breaths, Counting down from five. Blood runs like rivers down your ***** through open wounds & out your veins. Death whistles, Counting down to four. Blood gathers upon your palms like rain puddles. Death sings, Counting down to three. Blood falls like rain drops & tears off your fingers tips. Death whispers, Counting down to two. Blood leaks down your **** Death. Blood bleeds out your wound & I watch you aestheticly abort the love you cursed upon me.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Candles
Candles lit, Counting down from six. Blood spills down your mouth & through your teeth like a overflown dam with cracked walls. Death breaths, Counting down from five. Blood runs like rivers down your ***** through open wounds & out your veins. Death whistles, Counting down to four. Blood gathers upon your palms like rain puddles. Death sings, Counting down to three. Blood falls like rain drops & tears off your fingers tips. Death whispers, Counting down to two. Blood leaks down your **** Death. Blood bleeds out your wound & I watch you aestheticly abort the love you cursed upon me.
BaezJo
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
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