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Legacy of silver wounds haunt him in stitch time, torn at the seams.
Fate, his idol, left some phlegm for him to wash off; and all before the sun pun..
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So my days linger on
And tonight the ember under the mid-morning moon tell tales
of cyanide and happiness
And in my repose the ember's words
Sti..
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Day two of my psychoneurosis;
The lady who wears the cloud
Says i'm going back to step one.
The paralysis of rusty joints inspire tears,
But the ..
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Today shampoo filled lungs change my mind
The smoke and faceless mages not enough to suffice.
Never enough.
Not for a while
Maybe not ever.
Maybe..
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