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Darkness, it comes for me.
9.12.07
IIC.
The wax has melted.
I have no wings left to speak of,
Home is where the heart is until you've been to hell.
Stuck dragging your ghost across this country.
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Broken Records. Broken Teeth.
Recalled To Life
vile and wretched
Wealth and Excursions
Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless
Pastoral Genocide
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