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Death and she, Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She, she, Life-in-Death
She lets him live, her chosen one
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Forgotten by everyone, even sloppers. Go on, name one dedicated Murasa artist. You can't.
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>>50855334
yo mama
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>>50855390
bullshit, my mother's taste isn't that good
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>>50855398
lol
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These are my top three favorites.
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>>50855517
Who the fuck likes Ichirin?
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>>50855551
Me.
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>>50855506
I can smell and feel this picture.
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I prefer the Coleridge poem to the Maiden song

>Are those her ribs through which the Sun
>Did peer, as through a grate?
>And is that Woman all her crew?
>Is that a Death? and are there two?
>Is Death that Woman's mate?

>Her lips were red, her looks were free,
>Her locks were yellow as gold:
>Her skin was as white as leprosy,
>The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
>Who thicks man's blood with cold.
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It is wrong to cheat on your wife, Unzan. Imagine how she will feel if she finds out you are lusting after her friends.
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>>50856639
At least he's not secretly banging Futo. That would have been a kick in the tits.
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Impaled on nails of ice
And raked with emerald fire
The wife with soul of snow
With steady hands begins to write
"I'm still, I need no life
To serve on boys and men
What's mine was yours is dead
I take my leave of mortal flesh"

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