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The depletion of a beating heart, unimpeded to even start. Down where the feelings concedes from the beginning. Misleading as you succeed through the indubitable scheming. Repeating; repeating; repeating - The moments of despair from first lips touch. A taste of tongues, the caress of skin. Fighting words till fists occurred. The end draws nearer... Every breath a guttural sound. Elegant fingers of death, wrapping around a pale neck. (The bringer of demise.) Here and now. I don't understand how, such a creature has come now, at such a perfect interval, of space and time. but If I let you by, I'm bound to lose my mind. ... .. .
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Bringer of Demise.
The depletion of a beating heart, unimpeded to even start. Down where the feelings concedes from the beginning. Misleading as you succeed through the indubitable scheming. Repeating; repeating; repeating - The moments of despair from first lips touch. A taste of tongues, the caress of skin. Fighting words till fists occurred. The end draws nearer... Every breath a guttural sound. Elegant fingers of death, wrapping around a pale neck. (The bringer of demise.) Here and now. I don't understand how, such a creature has come now, at such a perfect interval, of space and time. but If I let you by, I'm bound to lose my mind. ... .. .
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
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