awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover
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About A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence
A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence.
awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover
A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence.