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                   my animus is Slightly Scissile, my Skin boils, the Scent is vile. wings of wax burn, involute. Senses tweak, become acute. incalescent, my humor deflagrates, essence in nature that irritates. 
                   funest & venenous, morbid, grotesque. mordant emotions pour from my chest. a peccable existence, of an impeccable resistance, pindaric, and ludic my atoms labefy, loimic, lithoidal & fragile as a Sigh.  
                    the pain that flows is hydrogenic, all these lines are cryptogenic. palabras escribo pero Sin Sentido, Soy un bandido muy poco atrevido.