constellations of thought croud my mind, with shards of murdered words spoken by tha, , Ink of mystic poets from a libarie of, , Brilliant chemical experiences... Wheres death betral? in some welcomed dimension of, , love. Loss. Hatered an heartache echo in my soul through a monsteress melody as demonic mothers rockin their Angelic children to a, , pale lullabys in this hallway of lunacy by jek
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