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Dead Hands Clutch My Arm the Smell Of Death Fills The Air- her Fragrance, her Carcass Reanimates. if You Need Me Ill Be Tying A Rope To The Tree were Our Love Used To Be. ive Took Every Photo Of Us And Buried Them At Sea. don’t Worry Dearest, Beauty Is Only Skin Deep.
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