hint: daylight glisters downward
So it was an arm, an arm oƒ your strangler.
Oƒ your enemy, your own dear lover.
So it was an arm, raised up, abandoned.
It was an arm, a praying tragedy.
It was an arm, begging ƒor remedy.
A MURKY SHOCKUMENTARY BY: NøTTHATBAT
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