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Darkness, it comes for me.
28.6.08
CXXIV.
And if the world is but a stage,
Then I'm missing my soliloquy.
By trying to write each turn,
And control what's laid out in front of me.
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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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