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Oh death your sting will plea rejoice cancerous vile flesh. And scab bandages the angel's plea. of bliss to rest from arrogant men. Mode I do abhor the card casting of my flesh moray. Lipstick stains and gill vanguard tears swift by tram alleyway. My memories the broadsword thing left to hold me to thane. Womb called life resale abhorred permeability train. Headed in the quest of finality.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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