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  • LIMBS IN THE FERTILIZER

    My skin has gone cold. My heart has finally stopped. Laying here lifeless, do i still look pretty? After when all is left is decomposition, would you still visit me? When the time comes to an end, when i choose to indulge into nothingness, will you forgive me? Lost in the afterlife. For there is…

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