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Despised Icon The Sunset Will Never Charm Us

, like a red hot rock in my palm. My nerves hurt and my legs convulse. Walking on broken glass. The soporific serenity permanently reflected in your charming

annoying, like a red hot rock in my palm. My nerves hurt and my legs convulse. Walking on broken glass. The soporific serenity permanently reflected in your charming