this blank white page and a burning orange rage screams through muted swollen blood stained lips slashing through times’ fabric on moonlit icy wings ripping through all six points of perverted gold star
the turn had come to suffocate life from fickle words and reveal a big constellation of perfected wholeness stars joyously collide to fill lungs with wa…
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