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Anemone
Running through the dark arms flailing riding the wind eyes closed..
Don't let me see it coming .
Blinded and choking thrusting through the smoke and cinder..
Begging to cease in the terrible existence I drift.
Screaming...
Don't let me see it coming .
Blinded and choking thrusting through the smoke and cinder..
Begging to cease in the terrible existence I drift.
Screaming...
