A sudden stir.
A landslide of suffering and heartache willed away.
And spit at the mourner who stained my sweet 666.
The final solution is writing itself.
Churning it's wheel.
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A sudden stir.
A landslide of suffering and heartache willed away.
And spit at the mourner who stained my sweet 666.
The final solution is writing itself.
Churning it's wheel.