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Sunder
As libations enter my heart,
I feel nothing but cold dark space.
When I think of where we are now,
All I see is a tenantless void.
The only thing I crave is a thought;
Just a simple acknowledgement.
All I want is the hope that you’ll give yourself to me.
So prey upon my flesh
And consume it for your pleasure.
All I want is to wander
In this wonderland of hate.
I ne...
Monday 25th February 2019 5:58 am
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