Their bodies trembles too
When they dance.
Bald pates
Smashing against each other's
Empty skulls.
- smells like heaven
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Shattered glass
Poésie［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
