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my type
He is pretty;
a heart not beating
choosing blue lips
in honor of the weeping
This cadaver has fire on his tongue
That is how I know he is soulless
He has no water left to...
a heart not beating
choosing blue lips
in honor of the weeping
This cadaver has fire on his tongue
That is how I know he is soulless
He has no water left to...
