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Corpse Consumption By John Patrick Robbins
Words like weapons are always best refined to a surgical precision. A battle within, an outward illusion, a burden to fight. Nights bring ou...

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He makes A salad for The four Of them To go With the Amy’s pizza That they Are having For dinner And shortly after The four Of them Sit down...
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He remembers Playing cards At their place The in-laws Were in town And he doesn't Even remember What game They were playing He just re...
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Skull fucked into submission, nobody speaks an ounce of truth, but they can sure spew that bullshit. Everyone's got a hustle; le...
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