You feel my fingertips, you won’t forget my lips, the depth of the abyss, a sarcophagus kiss… You feel the insects crawl, you hold onto your soul, petrified of the …
Sep 2014 Read More →You feel my fingertips, you won’t forget my lips, the depth of the abyss, a sarcophagus kiss… You feel the insects crawl, you hold onto your soul, petrified of the …
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