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Post by joe on Sept 30, 2017 8:10:36 GMT
LONDON CHOKES ON HER OWN BLOOD( an au marauders era set in 1982 ) Languid lips soften, destructive. The long, abrasive tongue of putrefaction clad onto the air, undisputed in its wanting. Crooked are the eyes that light up the night sky; beware this face, the talons pressed against your crown. She'll pick your teeth one by one, this city you once adored.
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