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Smoke's MenTrapped by smoke's men whirlpool...which squeeze me out from the inside, they explode my head temples and surround my stomach with that burning blue fire. Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool... which cover my fluids with convulsing spasms and tint my fears with the blood that, bubbling, flows outside of me. Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool... which tie my entrails and pull out my soul by the mental retchings of the feelings. Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool... which dissect my eye's cover, breaking the acid blink of my sobs and aphonic weepings. |