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Asthma I live to shorten your life expectancy. I live for your veins to wither. I live to wipe out your tissue.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos5 years ago in Poets
The cover shines anew. Illustrated versions of a primordial sense of morality. Sustained by guilt, whitewashed in sanity.
The Windmills In My Living Room Midday is unkind. The vulgar king of the celestial marbles invites his dancers to gatecrash my curtains.
Poppy's Opium White It is agreed. Divinity’s decisive hand prolongs the torture that is life. Encased in expectation, protected by shivers.
