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#followsuit
When the camera was a following suit It would gnaw on the amaranth, internally ******* the air and all emotion inside itself Giving eyes to itself It saw the deploring dump of flesh As it split, with the coyest drone
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
Flesh Container