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Aestar ignit iluda
The wind carried with it ash and sand, blight that clung to the corneas, even behind the spectacles.
Howl
You are my ecstasy, and I am a moth without a bed.
Hang Man
There’s a man hanging over me, he follows me around like a balloon tied to my wrist.
hedonism / drive
triple x
triple six
tear apart a pair of hearts