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The cogs turn clockwise conquered on its conjuction
the buttons pushed purge "i promise" from punctured
holstered on top of upholstery causally cornered ofcourse
the worse of the clock work orange watership downs offers
pulse like vomit in shakspearean sonnets.. angels & devils
switches and levels
witches which which and several severed surrenders on petals
the gloom of the guts berzerk like the reality of equilibrim
a mona lisa's smashed beyond oblivion
more humane the taste old dust pans and broken dreams
i soak in screams
hoping that the end of the next chapter collapses where it begins
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and theres mixtape guy
