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Wildly clanging bells, soundless-- housed worship withdrawing senses...your button black pupils struck dead. Alarmingly alive, wearing ******* vengeance in pure. Both Christ and high priest tearing open your skin, to shed a blasphemous tour. Exemplar energy transference, popped cellophane wrap round mileages of barbwire. Eavesdropper, peace-fingered tongue thru fangs...plunged in red rondure, swell fruit. Salival juice, moonlit seafoam -- hard jazz tripping your wire. Asked to Come again--questioningly striking, you always come again on the flip side, straight up. That notched spine: O sole mio. Bite till darkness takes cover in me.
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
Serpens No.3
Wildly clanging bells, soundless-- housed worship withdrawing senses...your button black pupils struck dead. Alarmingly alive, wearing ******* vengeance in pure. Both Christ and high priest tearing open your skin, to shed a blasphemous tour. Exemplar energy transference, popped cellophane wrap round mileages of barbwire. Eavesdropper, peace-fingered tongue thru fangs...plunged in red rondure, swell fruit. Salival juice, moonlit seafoam -- hard jazz tripping your wire. Asked to Come again--questioningly striking, you always come again on the flip side, straight up. That notched spine: O sole mio. Bite till darkness takes cover in me.
Onoma
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
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