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The furthest part of something​.​.

by MONOMORTE

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lost loves, lonely beds. That is our diet. We suck that misery and find it sweet. We search for more always.

Where do you come from? The dust. Where do you go to? The grave.

We are the hungry ones. Your torments call us like dogs in the night. And we do feed, and feed well.

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released September 21, 2016

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