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shells of people look to me and weep there stories but can't see the shedding bleeding webs downy cheeks that stir the the frequency torn to mist as if draco walked in and stepped in withe nosferatu work Ng his ache to my orchestra Lester melersters trying to leech my worth on the own page in my mind. dark days ways weird waves of colors that fade in hues of the others that need it more but only take there disease of obstruction on mutations of elevation static bound in elevations of galaxies of hordes of doors bn close ld by children exhausted by sired hordes of I'll pills. poison I fill my lungs and and liver with kill all the vile worms skills the directions towards the noisy withered watered lips smoked
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