4 february 2012

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Naykd Poet
Naykd Poet

Death Mask

the growing want once and for all to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness having lost to trial of accomplishment labeling this soul of presence to  energy expended as futile and render this life expunged with a final sardonic smile

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