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| Sunset Red Life |
9/21/2000
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I.
Squeeze your skin.
Sink.
Form flows forever, into insanity.
I.
Take it as it goes, grin devilishly.
I.
Strangle your throat, keep my hand intact upon your neck.
Your head swells and bursts.
Red.
I.
Feel the flames flow.
I.
See the skin boil.
Once you.
I.
Took your hand and squeezed it red.
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