No wake like the break, for fuck's sake. Done?
Gave up faking until it
erupted, some planted scene.
Inducted to be mean,
corrupted kind of
sheen. No one's clean.
Hidden friends
stuck in
Rings.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
Let truly writing into the void begin.
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