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TACTILE TRUTHS DISPELLED Cannot know what stands before the tactile touch, unsure about who we be, you speak the riddle of devotion to death. Agitating, this restless annunciation as the mood hides from the vivid real. Noises creep without feel...
TACTILE TRUTHS DISPELLED Cannot know what stands before the tactile touch, unsure about who we be,...
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