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Panoramas of decadence and Judith in Gaultier

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Thier daughters grow into images picture framed again and again "sincerely Blain" cold fingernails and "love you too" clawing at goodbye horizons singing "I miss..."

A pathetic shudder to the tune of "I'm leaving" strided through Blain walking in distant memories blueprinted in his Sunday Tommorrow felt the strangulation of "lovesick" Amber and sure as hell won't be materializing anymore

So zip up your dress for the 364th suicide