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Midas lives under the skin of all his children and reaches out with cold hands of gold and beckons with promises of an impossible utopia that takes root in the blind alleys of our shadow and finds nourishment in our flesh feeding until we are hollow spreading limbs of infernal beauty until all our daughters lay dead and gilded
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Midas lives under the skin of all his children and reaches out with cold hands of gold and beckons with promises of an impossible utopia that takes root in the blind alleys of our shadow and finds nourishment in our flesh feeding until we are hollow spreading limbs of infernal beauty until all our daughters [...]
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