my death in the eye of a suicide - blood spilt -
for an intercourse with your fallen god.
raging beacons flare for fate - surrendered -
for a sundered cunt-fingering whore…
time can mend a heart, but it cant sew back together
two hearts that be torn apart
distance serves as the tip of the iceberg
the frozen tears of a concubine!!!
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