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The crack inside your fucking heart is me

Written by thehouseofvines

Portrait of Aghori Sadhu. Varanasi. India

I’m listening to Marilyn Manson’s Speed Of Pain, and the opening lyrics remind me of Saint John’s Eve:

They slit our throats
Like we were flowers
And our milk has been
Devoured

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