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Unafraid, she makes red braids wrapping death around her soft wrist. Her pliable flesh screams fresh mercies. Inside the porcelain prism pain is no longer her prison. Life is no longer her poison. Once crushed life’s fluid is now a stagnant wine that drips down her limber vine. For all that abused drank her dry felt her up and used all the tears in her life she is now an empty wineskin with no more life to hold in. Death was hers and she told him where and when they would be meeting. It was the only game she was capable of winning. No note, no warning call, no shot off the port From a cannonball; She just dove headfirst into the dark black that will eventually claim you to.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
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Unafraid, she makes red braids wrapping death around her soft wrist. Her pliable flesh screams fresh mercies. Inside the porcelain prism pain is no longer her prison. Life is no longer her poison. Once crushed life’s fluid is now a stagnant wine that drips down her limber vine. For all that abused drank her dry felt her up and used all the tears in her life she is now an empty wineskin with no more life to hold in. Death was hers and she told him where and when they would be meeting. It was the only game she was capable of winning. No note, no warning call, no shot off the port From a cannonball; She just dove headfirst into the dark black that will eventually claim you to.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
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