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your mother sleeps with arms outstretched, tomorrow she'll take back what was hers your sister waits in the marsh and the leeches are calling her deeper after all, didn't the apocalypse start in your back yard? didn't hell reign on your house first?
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
hell reigns
your mother sleeps with arms outstretched, tomorrow she'll take back what was hers your sister waits in the marsh and the leeches are calling her deeper after all, didn't the apocalypse start in your back yard? didn't hell reign on your house first?
lizz-hunt
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23/F/Sydney, Aus
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
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