nil
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- Опубліковано 30 чер 2024
- dead lungs beneath
dried fields heaving a hivemind
escargot over the edge of an abyss
like mountains
the cavern's opened eyes sigh
a pile of beliefs
a thousand miles high
fall over infinity yard stare
perish the growing
in ever more fatal ways
a seldom nature fades
on frailest mind weighs
insides of rotting shapes
nightstands of rotting frames
the wind sways and bends
a break on empyrean hellscapes
a patternless deathspiral
Fun.
a sorrowful lifecycle
scathe!
limit!
out of reach!
out of lifestyle!
limitless!
what's beckon what's certain
'til the break of dawn
'til the break of dawn
'til the break of dawn
'til the break of dawn
nice one
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