Ed Gein and I
Unzip my skin and step inside, if you wore my muscles, pulled my sinews, choked for air through my bellows- would you know me any better? Oh, it's a rich detail- the workmanship apparent. And yet the elusive soul lays dormant- sleeping in magma.
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ghostship
i depend on my bus pass
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