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in an old old house there are corpses in the cradles and an old delusional woman. it's reeks of flesh and baby powder piled with blood-stained clothes a "husband" lies cold in bed with parts from "almost-perfect" men the floor sags and the stairs creek the walls echo with the cooing cracking voice of an old delusional woman.
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
corpses in the cradles
in an old old house there are corpses in the cradles and an old delusional woman. it's reeks of flesh and baby powder piled with blood-stained clothes a "husband" lies cold in bed with parts from "almost-perfect" men the floor sags and the stairs creek the walls echo with the cooing cracking voice of an old delusional woman.
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
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