If you were to ask me then, I would have replied that I could detect everything would go wrong. Out, I wanted out from what I have created - this awfully criminal, deplorable, disgusting consummation. Misery and angst copulated vigorously behind masks of our true selves - the horrific possibilities I held in my hands. You, you were all over my being - my skin, my flesh, my pores, this wretched deception you called love but is now undefinable.
PEACHBLACK’s “Northern Winds” posses a sense of welcome foreboding. As languid voices meld and reverberate, synths joyfully twitter and moan. Drum machines whip and patter serving as a backdrop to a sense of acceptance - a finality - a realization that your decision has been set.
SNDCLD
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