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salt in the wounds. slab laid out on stainless steel deathbed- it is a bed after all, a bed is for sleep and comfort dreams but more often than not i thrash in to it trying to break the ribs of my nightmares.
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
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salt in the wounds. slab laid out on stainless steel deathbed- it is a bed after all, a bed is for sleep and comfort dreams but more often than not i thrash in to it trying to break the ribs of my nightmares.
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
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