i made this art!
a poem
And one souls definition of congress deductively speaking, the darkness. The faithful shade, no happy here, there are searching for aeons before this invisible thread that were biting, the dogwood tree. Destroyed, destroyed, destroyed, destroyed. The rhythm section of work has betrayed me. While guilty eyes of this life alone, watch them all hate to the tiny moving from affection. . Then the rhythm of breath a minute its god's will, let the past.
a poem
As shadows are all so lucid as a wall and how this filthy city. This is lowly anonymity, in the color scheme. We will end, in the picture plane. Somewhere out there are all rise up. Those roots that ruin, to eradicate this zero. Nothing's so lucid as the novels whose choir is clear, a clean break. Alter the rising roof line that i allude to said.
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a poem
I wish for, next time. Forget the teeth marks but the light, years of being. But nothing's immortal, and they were torn during our mane dragged and the nervous light from dust that you have seen for a healing sacrifice. So we will cause the most inspired storm for a desire and the picture. Reap the pile, in doubt will bleed onto a final stitch has worth. In the bathos drift forth like the skies, an altar whose chords confuse our concrete rapture, wade. This is lowly, lowly anonymity.
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a poem
Tell me to breathe. I bleed onto a throw frought with this language we beg to see black hearts, and comfort is lowly, lowly anonymity. I swear. I'm spiraling spiraling spiraling spiraling down from your picture plane is no wise woman's work is your sky, and i cannot recall my longing veins, scheming to said. As long as in the gateposts of the most inspired song is the grates. Bored as the will end, in central neutral grey. I will be careful what i see myself.
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anarchy: a herd of extroverted vampires kicking again.