erase the pictures from my mind eliminate the presence of your kind unloose the strings of instinct laws just to fall into some other jaws in pounding afternoon i rise for the pleasure of dying twice a wingcut anges in decline breathe my air and i`ll be fine put your teeth in me carve your name in me i don`t care if there is something that i`m blind to see invite yourself and feel free to pick up splinter of debris it`s in your sys.ex subdues all that`s delusive initially this lie i`d recoil but again i crawl this dirty soil of all possessions i did treasure this one`s strictly for her pleasure
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