As my libido aches for wander.
Listing swined sins as it speaks of the one lurking in the corner. Morbid twisted it asks you. What is that you want? Un answered i move on as the waves clash to stop me.
I wander relentless, thru the crashes and clashes. Prime wave it seems when others ask to follow. But then again what is that I want. They want to follow. I crave non existence.
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