Hear their lungs gnaw dormant quiet, Strip fine words and carve ill thoughts.
Loud is bellow of their bodies
That floats with no answer, Bestowed.
See them bowed again by their own hubris
With the red teeth grin to the world apleased.
Now a hollow mind that resignedly tides
Is a gift of selves once they'd left behind.
When they all drift in the wake of dreams on fattening gleams of desire, Then the light will ooze from open wounds, From open wounds to expire., mizuki_akiyama, mizuki, akiyama, punk
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worst quality, large head, low quality, extra digits, bad eye, EasyNegativeV2, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t
