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Dont give me reversed speeches ; You rotting soul. Myths burn blisters into my skin ; My oozing flesh recalls my shivers. Your recycled breathes fester inside me; But your ***** tongue can not tarnish skin to dust. Just damage and distruction !
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
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Dont give me reversed speeches ; You rotting soul. Myths burn blisters into my skin ; My oozing flesh recalls my shivers. Your recycled breathes fester inside me; But your ***** tongue can not tarnish skin to dust. Just damage and distruction !
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
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