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Kenny Mooney | they melting hum, you dilate

Oil thick animalistic, I, cracked noise, inhale the beast, empty in noteready time from those legs the emotions crushing feel. My blood coils. Tongues around the insane grime wounds. My lashes wait flick-knife. That's psychiatric x-rays. The vast awake. My glow.

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