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My angry blizzard shadow drowns out of my seam, begs to wear hide of snake spine to sing in a carrying-away voice you into my unholy demonic arms until suffocation exhales cigar-rings with broken crown of an ugly tar-ivory horn of hell, protruding out of the hate within cracks of my pupils, impatiently hurrying towards you to harm you adversely and destabilise you into bowing before black shades of all bat corpses you hung inverted secretly on my ribs because
spider saliva of grilled blood you ordered wild bears to claw on my chest, in excruciating pain cries on crescent-moon nights, echoing back, my ache is all fault of, me a lady werewolf ignoring the deteriorating life of hers with every breath of burnt purple leaves you forced her to take for loving you, an evil man who
in the dim of rise disintegrates into air for the love you receive is an anecdote for your freedom from the sinful mess you collected hunting innocent precious girls who have oyster pearls rolling on wooden skin of their black but butterfly like sea which uncontrollably smells of heaven and feels like paradise. - poison spreading anguish, my love, is chaos for which only YOUR tongue would never dare to not think before waving out "beautiful" for my hurt ever again. ~Myth🦋