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You can bind me with barbed wire.You can cleave my flesh to the bone.You can brand me with your sigil,But I will never be yours.My flesh does not defi..
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Pale blue spores of rot stare at youFrom the broken and bloody tips ofMy fingernails, white mildew kissingThe translucent shells of my eyelidsGummed a..
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