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Open wounds on my wrist Arterial lines to search my brain's Intimates. A delicacy beneath my flesh... I'm left bruised with purple hues and Deeper wounds. ********* ********* *********
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
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Open wounds on my wrist Arterial lines to search my brain's Intimates. A delicacy beneath my flesh... I'm left bruised with purple hues and Deeper wounds. ********* ********* *********
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
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