Fear spade her memory,
Aching who could have witness known the torture of her misaligned one depravity night she'll never sexual paraplegic stand, Known violent altitudes of distant recourse waves commence the amputated courage to hope dissonance in dreams, Night phantom mares stampede unspoken pain... Some actions swear apathetic oaths to remain unsaid.
Now addiction's slow dead empathy spread amnesia's conscious sickness over the jaws of night terror's vain internally screaming thunder against the judgement of... A demon inhuman skin's addiction.
Sleep tonight
In lieu of our participation of,
Seducing our conscience
With scrutinizing masculinity
We applaud the commiserations of others
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