Putrid Corpse
I can't feel anymore.
Insensitive. Heartless. Cold. Freezing.
Dead. I can smell the putrefaction.
*Iz
Insensitive. Heartless. Cold. Freezing.
Dead. I can smell the putrefaction.
*Iz
Thursday, December 15, 2005
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1 Comments:
macabro, no minimo=p
(Mas por acaso a condizer com o meu estado de espirito hoje, em putrefacção, maldito dia 15)
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