POISON ANGLES Peep into my pale eyes, compressed with the the anguish of fire, with no drop of water, to quench it. My sights have been blindfolded by these papers of falsehoods, Painted in blue, clearer than the Pacific ocean. Where in...
– by POISON ANGLES
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