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innocence reduced to a fractured husk of this atrophied soul to wilt
and collect these ashes in my urn i name you whore the end of this
prelude the start to my finale such a grandiose gesture executed by a
symphony of dead valentines such a fine wine to compliment the splinters in
the soft palate
