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Mending the split open lesion burns. Continually, tyrian red-dyed blood spews. Squirting with ample velocity, Vibrations of ticks seep. Ev..

I wish the rain to be death on my body, so my skin would feel no more. No touch, the glitter spreads around me. The doves soar, As I am env..

He provides She provides It is not always in the numbers Him, logical and mathematically brained Her, artistic and English natured..

everything is wrong in the optimistic world of the zombies

taking a hit at a haiku

taking you over to the lighter side

seeing through your shadow, why must you hide?

writing to myself was the greatest gain

nature: violent, but yet calm

past harassment from a so-called friend at the time