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A RUSTY WINDOW WAS LEFT AJAR.
I PURGED IN & GRAB THE BREACH...
Draped in an empty vase of stems, a wilted one was stuck like it never had to fatigued, just like delirium in the pathway. Father… would you believe if I leave rages open at a thought of murder? Blackened on sorrow and ashes, for I once took root in salt marrow, tasted like blood that it bittered my tongue. Speak of silent and bare, I make myself to believe in the prospect of being tangled with growth. I will tear myself to crush them after the ruination.
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No flesh, just blood and thorns that scream demise and longing for: @Korshelm. This banquet is no famine without me, like a feast without plate. I remained still in a mortar longed for a languor gone awry, rapture the trance and bless our miasma. Heed a call, which I must act in wistful vesper. Curved in gossamer solstice so did you leap under my reckoning. (Bless-the-Queries: @KorshelmBot.)
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A RUSTY WINDOW WAS LEFT AJAR.
I PURGED IN & GRAB THE BREACH...
(Falter Down Upon 12:00 AM.) Draped in an empty vase of stems, a wilted one was stuck like it never had to fatigued, just like delirium in the pathway. Father… would you believe if I leave rages open at a thought of murder? Blackened on sorrow and ashes, for I once took root in salt marrow, tasted like blood that it bittered my tongue. Speak of silent and bare, I make myself to believe in the prospect of being tangled with growth. I will tear myself to crush them after the ruination.
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No flesh, just blood and thorns that scream demise and longing for: @Korshelm. This banquet is no famine without me, like a feast without plate. I remained still in a mortar longed for a languor gone awry, rapture the trance and bless our miasma. Heed a call, which I must act in wistful vesper. Curved in gossamer solstice so did you leap under my reckoning. (Bless-the-Queries: @KorshelmBot.)
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