• Pebble dash and a sip of gin
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Turmoil amidst a wish wash skin. Carnage sews the levee shut. Abrasive and shackled against a cold stone wall. Morality only exists in dreams. Denial feeds the gaping grins. I’m lost in a darkened room with only a warm breath on my neck to lead me into the brand new day.

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