Inner Realm - Slow Death Comments
Inner Realm
-Slow death-
Dying every moment bit by bit beaten.
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Underneath buried of soft sprouts my heartbeat. With impassible wish, stygian bed floats. ..........
Underneath buried of soft sprouts my heartbeat. With impassible wish, stygian bed floats
Thy breast lusty and lousy cannot hold my pain, Withering spirit of mine, leaningdeep, Towards unfruitful memory of my past
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7/19/2025 4:38:30 AM # 1.0.0
Dying every moment bit by bit beaten. Every clod of mind, the being collapsed all. silhouette has become my prime, backbone., .; ;