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It's back. The thick black tendrils have woven their way through fresh mutilated skin. They've gripped bone and rooted themselves into a skeletal disaster. A permanent venoumas suit imbedded beneath the surface.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Goodbye Iridescence
It's back. The thick black tendrils have woven their way through fresh mutilated skin. They've gripped bone and rooted themselves into a skeletal disaster. A permanent venoumas suit imbedded beneath the surface.
To a feeling of relapse
wonderlust
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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