foul ruin this soul that flew first 'till feathers' loss cost the wind her air, unaware 'till each hair was lost in the weather storm stole my flesh... hale stones stripping bone ruined bones falling in gust scattered dust. what a shame to inhabit an empty place without a face, glad craven eyes cleaving the dark mad lair 'till ants, snails and maggot gods reveal themselves superior.Birth sign: Capricorn
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