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you are the era and the time names carved in trees of flesh works of art as if made by an insane savant taped around half finished plots all on the ground crumpled up and beaten down i am a twisted failure a breathing bleeding heaving wreck and i've got another name carved in my flesh you are the era and a stubborn donor of love i've been like lonely deserts you plant your flowers in my toxicity, scream.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
the doped-up antihero
you are the era and the time names carved in trees of flesh works of art as if made by an insane savant taped around half finished plots all on the ground crumpled up and beaten down i am a twisted failure a breathing bleeding heaving wreck and i've got another name carved in my flesh you are the era and a stubborn donor of love i've been like lonely deserts you plant your flowers in my toxicity, scream.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
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