Aside

my wounds control with an essence strategically bombarded with feather steps
I do not know them! Oh God let me know them! Their presentations remind me of necrophilia-contortions; not wisdom-love yet masquerade rapists
keen to supply; deaf to the demands
they are venom that ooze with the nectars; a deception that counters are not known to me
I guess the talent of evil is that it is pure in its impurities. ▬

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