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• It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here

  

  When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline  Temple at prod crumble like praline  Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…

  alchemisland

  20th Aug 2023

  alchemisland of Ireland, Filí my pockets

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