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A rogue sonata to the crescent moon: the fractured gates of heaven
Stand mocking me objectified/subjectified a la status quo a ravenous
Aesthetic in a gunshy limbo savour the teleprompted abortion a destitute
Masquerade of terms of endearment silhouetting gracefully like a smphony of
Cumshots whats the point in having a gun if you're not gonna use it?
Tonite the wishbone cracks like the sound of our heart attacks truth is
No virtue a makeshift halo of razorwire
