
Blackout by wingsnboots:
“The village shipwrecks anger ignited by a convent education.
And now God is working in a brothel, the bastard
dear God! – to die there …
ruined
beloved
brazen
and unashamedly a
shadow”.
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Blackout by wingsnboots:
“The village shipwrecks anger ignited by a convent education.
And now God is working in a brothel, the bastard
dear God! – to die there …
ruined
beloved
brazen
and unashamedly a
shadow”.
.
.
.