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Caught within the cot I built to slaughter all the goals that fit A miasma, thick with success and stress in growth, the wisest call duress on my throne sits the black honed axe seething at my fauna, as I contemplate their imminent trauma I'd rather watch them grow as steel plummets to their throats augmenting my flock of ghosts enclosing the lonesome cot and throne
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Flock and Fauna
Caught within the cot I built to slaughter all the goals that fit A miasma, thick with success and stress in growth, the wisest call duress on my throne sits the black honed axe seething at my fauna, as I contemplate their imminent trauma I'd rather watch them grow as steel plummets to their throats augmenting my flock of ghosts enclosing the lonesome cot and throne
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
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