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I've fettered my heart to your bones.A tryst so ill-fated, I know.Fragility is mutualand anxiety's queues hurt the most.Oh, the most.Indelible memorie..
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Lyrics to a song I've written. I embedded a rough version of the song into the text area. It's in its primordial stage of development. I ought to expa..
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Existential concession.
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A rather candid look at what constitutes my melancholy psychology.
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A countenance who's triste, who's lachrymose, whose fixed epistemology is blitheto what exists despite what makes her writhe appeals to pharmacologist..
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My conception of what the conscience is.
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Oh, LORD, how I dreadYour clemency. How am Ito atone for sin?
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Sordid Salome,the veils you wearand se'en divestlie on the groundlike macrame.Dances redounda man impressed,but I know, dear,you're quite blase.Panach..
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