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No space beneath your skin.
No air with your blood. From birth all I've seen are these runny rosy walls, with fleshy petalted floors, for im caged within your skeleton doors in a place where the sun never pours. These are the words of soul for it is stored deep with your corps, but still it calls this place its home make best of all and just love yours. |
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Thank you! I will certainly do so.
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Very good
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