nr. 2
Humanity She is bound. Held down by the hands of many, all exclaiming innocence whilst the gagged girl lies fragile fallen flawless, in all but reputation. Meaty hands grope her broken body, caving into primitive desire that destroys virgin innocence, peace defunct.
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nr. 1
The night laughs lights, alive I awake from a reverie to bathe with the stars; drench my body in liquid awakening. They whisper ecstasy, bellow elation of people frantic to feel the burn of black and white. Blind, We stumble through the unseen to seek a soul that defies your gaping emptiness but takes your hand in a calloused clutch and bathes in the earth tipped; washes in unknown ...
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