Termites Hollow Testo
Testo Termites Hollow
every word she said lured me into surrounding my fingers around her throat now I roll along with her severed head her design is fit only for a creature as foul as every word she said was like feeding paint chips to an infant her coil was comforting with black blood and a frozen touch hopefully the hordes of worms will take the rest of her away as I roll along with her severed head
KYLE BISHOP, SHAWN MAGILL, BRAD CASARIN, CHARLES MONIZ, MATTHEW JONES
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