To bask in the retarded light of bitter pain and poisoned cherabum. That is the world of my consumptive reasoning.
Of lovers, the brandished iron and centrifuge beget the ring of precocious demons. The simple allocution of the sincerest mother of venereal intentions harvest the pallbearer to bubble agnostic atrophy and poet lauriets another sieve of sticky gin. I dare you to entreat the vile...
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Of lovers, the brandished iron and centrifuge beget the ring of precocious demons. The simple allocution of the sincerest mother of venereal intentions harvest the pallbearer to bubble agnostic atrophy and poet lauriets another sieve of sticky gin. I dare you to entreat the vile...
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There is this momentary contagious reflex to throw my head back beneathed the blanket of stars and and release the vile seed that screams within my blood.