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CONSUMED BY THE ****** HANGED BY THEIR SINS. THEIR UNMISTAKEND FAULTS. AND YET, NOT ONE SOUL CLAIMED. THEIR WORDS BROKEN AND SEWN BACK TOGETHER WITH THEIR DISEASED FANTASIES. THEY WERE ***** FOR THEIR PLEASURE. DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE? WHO ARE THEY TO JUDGE WHAT IS REAL AND WHO FINISHES THE DEED? ALL IS LEFT DECAYED
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
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CONSUMED BY THE ****** HANGED BY THEIR SINS. THEIR UNMISTAKEND FAULTS. AND YET, NOT ONE SOUL CLAIMED. THEIR WORDS BROKEN AND SEWN BACK TOGETHER WITH THEIR DISEASED FANTASIES. THEY WERE ***** FOR THEIR PLEASURE. DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE? WHO ARE THEY TO JUDGE WHAT IS REAL AND WHO FINISHES THE DEED? ALL IS LEFT DECAYED
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
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