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Powdering my nostrils with cocaine, I make a promenade, and the stars shine beautifully for me, and hell is pretty

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Hit me with your heel, mistress

An argument against your peace of mind

My body is immersed in metal, my bones were carved and took the form of stones, the icy flow of my blood rushing into the vents of disappointments is ...