| Caressed by killing grace. Forgetting how I got here and what I'll be tomorrow in a wordless, close embrace. Am I truly worthless, wicked, wanton The nothing man on the nothing chase? Lost in long limbs, clove-root, sin. What will never finish, once again, begins again. Hear my name. Take a long look. All of this could be your pain. Take the hand of the nothing man, commencing killing grace. |
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