An Inquiry of Thresholds
Sadis Euphoria
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By cradling the roots of a frame the perimeter encompasses the depths.
The vile hanging limbs within are vices.
Hanging limbs within devour, burying the unfeigned faces. Figures bellow while the shadows conceal our imperfection. Grip the acquired nurture yet emanate the instincts still flocking to nature.
We paint dead faces.
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