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...Die And Live With Me...
Dark birds hover around the wounds of the mystic. They are thirsty.
I am forrayed emitting light. Swashbuckling my shadow. Descending. Invisible ethereal mist...
The fog attributed to the charm of strangers. Colors harbor the noisy cloud of confessionals.
I feel the foam of ruins. Mirrors with cracked edges. Silhouettes...
Doors sunken within eyes. Sunny shoveled graves. Hollowed out e...
Monday 1st July 2019 11:11 pm
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