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Carcass
{Soft Rain - Paul Hardcastle (The Chill Lounge) V. II}
That
Carcass smile
We'd known
So well
Emptied me
Into
Ominous
Strengths;
Feeding
From the
Tawny
Eagles
Of your
Black hand
Surveying the
Ecosystem;
Nothing
Left
To rot.
(You Bitch)
That
Carcass smile
We'd known
So well
Emptied me
Into
Ominous
Strengths;
Feeding
From the
Tawny
Eagles
Of your
Black hand
Surveying the
Ecosystem;
Nothing
Left
To rot.
(You Bitch)
Published 18th Dec 2018
| Edited 31st Dec 2018
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