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Darkness, it comes for me.
9.12.07
XXX.
Our dreamers have been deadmen since long before adolescence.
Closing times turn into nights of weary indiscretion.
Words mean so much more then they used to.
This is so much more than I'm used to.
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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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