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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	cannibal Here it is First soft and sort of curious and I wonder where it will lead Now it starts to bite and tear a bit. Soon I will be a shred. And all of this is the epitome of joy which is always Always mixed with desperation and despair Because love is just never a pure emotion that can be described as a single feeling But it is a cannibal who eats another and is eaten. 1/89	next >