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Driven by love,
demonised by it,
drunken with it,
dilapidated as a result of
heart-based evolution
Demure veins
debonair eyes
angelic mind
black-flame heart
curses and their loving siblings
the disaster is in the pity
the desolation in the absence of it,
no-man's-land for these spirits of ours,
we are the abscess of caring
the black dog who isn't eating
living being his remembering
in the room you left him
dead but still breathing
About the Creator
Gambit
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