if only i could peer inside you to ascertain what odium lies obscured by glistening entrails and moon white cage of ribs that props you up there under your jocular grin and joie de vivre for cruelty for in two shakes of a lambs tail, you can cast without prudence, a hex so dark as to cast away the longing i feel for you.
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what is that? it looks like a cushion?
i read this again. seeing nuances that make me feel strangely uncomfortable.
it's a doll i made and it's feeling pretty uncomfortable about all this as well.
Now that would be kind wouldn't it? that hex? who's the witch here?
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