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This room is pitch black
Metamorphosis sands from the resurrection chamber: Luminiferous
This whores song is taxing
Kitchen tables overturned inside a mind
Plaid December says cat to cardinal
Death of a buttercup in 6 hours
Bending of metal, rotting of wood at the crest of Dixie
Betrothal of paper ceiling hearts (as decorations to appease)
Exhibition of a fractured drive thru college town apparition
Ideas of Marie salts the wound and hangs me on a meat hook in the shed out to cure
When she spurts her brine but your the shadow of a dream in their works hallway stairwell corridor on a Saturday evening
Kicking holes in virtual drywall
Incineration of one’s skies: Word in a sentence in my mind that was never really there
Hearts as falling regimes
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