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Lonely wrath flows undaunted. Solitude grows intentions, haunted. Warped by wayward wanting. Cruelty sharpens savage impulse, A call forever taunting. Twisting, hardly resisting action, Dark fantasies consume factions, Of a psyche ripped in fractions.
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Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
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Lonely wrath flows undaunted. Solitude grows intentions, haunted. Warped by wayward wanting. Cruelty sharpens savage impulse, A call forever taunting. Twisting, hardly resisting action, Dark fantasies consume factions, Of a psyche ripped in fractions.
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Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
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