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ebb
riding the sun down
like a burning jet liner
give us a charred black sky
give us 4th degree burns
i got a belly
full of ghost, you know
a skull full of afterglow
my personal nightfall
vespers from a choir of slit throats
like a burning jet liner
give us a charred black sky
give us 4th degree burns
i got a belly
full of ghost, you know
a skull full of afterglow
my personal nightfall
vespers from a choir of slit throats
Published 20th Nov 2015
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20th Nov 2015 4:58pm
5th Oct 2016 11:50pm
Darkly rich, I imagine I can hear your choir of slit throats. Another amazing piece, Grae. Respectfullyq
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5th Jan 2023 8:39pm
Belly full of ghosts - amen
