Recreation supplicate us with a cast of nails, a shapeless, absence, worthless calm.
Strangled and cut to death in a silent hour of prayer, of flesh on walls.
Unbleached proper incision through the culture of lucid texts.
Our forged hearts deviate now after thou bled. Burying the sins of the plot... See Full Bio
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