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                            PLUNKING
     TO IMMORTAL SOUL: DEAD  ANGUISH.
     Nightmare has been unearthed, to gain
     Overlong juncture. Which return hurtful.

Facing the gnawing lamentation of a miserable lifespan, I plead in heebie-jeebies to course among stump of collapse. The legacy leaves behind much frailty: there, so-called “DEATH OF ME.” By EVAN. Drudge as you may perhaps, in vain. doldrums keeps twisting as respite. Hither, should it takes the ordonnance of mourning: it’s whole in egomaniac. By devour slathers lives if an incarnation’s stamped to crave the abandoned.

CREPUSCULE OF THE VEHEMENT,
HAMMER-IN-PASSIONATE.
(SEPTEMBER, 07.) ༒

“I’m the appetency that subjects wound. I come alive throughout heartbreak.” Yet I remain down-the-line. I attend and salutation guests at this lonesome banquet. What precipitate’s there in liminal from bewilderment? It becomes the ascendant frolic to schlepp, to impregnate even more slog.

Ondertekend,
Nacht Dïml.
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