in the dance towards
our death
in the routine towards
our last breathkeep me now
raze everything in mein the shame towards
our limit
in the grace towards
our last hitsave me now
devour everything in melike we did before
april 15, 2021
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every thing is sad
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1 | like we did before
in the dance towards
our death
in the routine towards
our last breathkeep me now
raze everything in mein the shame towards
our limit
in the grace towards
our last hitsave me now
devour everything in melike we did before
april 15, 2021