and in lupine ways, we'll alleviate the pain. unholy water -- s͟a͟n͟g͟u͟i͟n͟e͟ ͟ ͟a͟d͟d͟i͟c͟t͟i͟o͟n͟.. those silver bullets, a last 𝓫lood 𝓫enediction. don't spill a drop dear; let me kiss the curse away.
- JESUS HANGS BEHIND THE GLASS ABOVE 𝓥ENETIAN DOORS, HIS WINDOW BOX BOASTS CRIMSON FLOWERS, FRESH CUT THE DAY BEFORE. AND YOU COULDN’T FIND A SMILE IF YOU 𝓝AILED IT TO HIS FACE. 🩸
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