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the truthful glance you cast upon me exhumed through the concrete of the casket and crushed me into a pulverized valentine's card, the ones smothered with sweet nothings onto a canvas donning a bleeding heart, and it dared to push through to the other side of this cuckoo house nest--the damned rib cage within this punctured chest. draping that valiant heart onto the shoulders of these blessed pall...
Wednesday 20th December 2017 6:28 am
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