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All dispensable, and replaced within the month.

Is our love not a dream?

Oh, how I can stand the mime of lust, but not the strike from the mime of love.

I drowned without knowing I drowned . . .

he's the chaser of dawn, yet he's had his share of vision.

I would shed tear by tear by tear . . .

While I stood worthless as your tears fell . . .

Even holy blood has its consequences . . .

Screech, Screech, SCREECH is all I can ever hear . . .

awaiting admittance . . . and judgement . . .