Murder, murder…

As i see, i sight the frightening frown, In the lust of lust being here, Death a mortality; may you immortal, For death is alive and alive is dead. And the sour oh sour taste of sweet, Crave i thee, Rarely do i breathed of self, May thou been, June i be. The rasps within,... Continue Reading →

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