junk is all i kept.
The things that separate me from the dreams of yesterday.
Savage ruthless cut
no sterility in mind.
Leaving wounds that fester and rot.
I rub it in.
Every waking hour inflammation progresses.
Nurse,
we'll have to amputate that
unattended,
god forbid,
it might get better.
Fire purifies all.
The things that separate me from the dreams of yesterday.
Savage ruthless cut
no sterility in mind.
Leaving wounds that fester and rot.
I rub it in.
Every waking hour inflammation progresses.
Nurse,
we'll have to amputate that
unattended,
god forbid,
it might get better.
Fire purifies all.
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