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| Joana. |
Hopelessly believing in this again Trying to hold on to some feeling That might take away the numbness Of what was once seen as a stable mind The wind entangles the tears again And leaves them drying in those branches Reliving this may not be wise I will have to be protected now From my fear of Death It crawls inside me It tears my throat with its claws It makes me silent But I will be released from my entrapment I will be aided Metallic structures will bend Spiders will devour the ants And we will be free Like we never were |
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| WingedSerpent |
...but they will not escape me or my Buh-powered chainsaw. Heh. |
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what's it to you? who go |
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