𐚁̸Llamé a los verdugos para morder, mientras agonizaba, la culata de sus fusiles. Llamé a las plagas, para ahogarme con la arena, la sangre. Me revolqué en el fango. Me sequé con el aire del crimen. 1775
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shizuncoir
Jan 02, 2025 06:12PM
“—You, who like a dagger ploughedInto my heart with deadly thrill:You who, stronger than a crowdOf demons, mad, and dressed to kill,Of my dejected soul have madeYour bed, your lodging, and domai...View all Conversations