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Darken this verse,
with sour intentions.
I can't crave
this, your imperfection.
And like ticks,
you'll feed relentless,
not ever absolute.
Such weak examples,
disgraceful role models.
Decrepit, this soul
can find it.
The only truth.
I will die.
with sour intentions.
I can't crave
this, your imperfection.
And like ticks,
you'll feed relentless,
not ever absolute.
Such weak examples,
disgraceful role models.
Decrepit, this soul
can find it.
The only truth.
I will die.
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