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2021-12-14
red hair at dusk


Colors and voices pour out of a dirty mirror hanging crooked in the hallway of an abandoned power plant. My pale worm of a body thrives on paint chips and cancer. I live a little longer, jacking off with the pretty things from your laundry basket.


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