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I don't want to be worshipped, nor your saviour. I am not the place you will find God. Yet when you touch me you shall be cleansed, purged. Filled with Promethean fire from the burning poppy swaddled in silk and sandpaper.
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
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I don't want to be worshipped, nor your saviour. I am not the place you will find God. Yet when you touch me you shall be cleansed, purged. Filled with Promethean fire from the burning poppy swaddled in silk and sandpaper.
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chloe-bate
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
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