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*Arcadia, or what is now spliced of aeons' great Gates of gold that rust in hate Islands on grim sulfur lakes; I have no demeanors that wait They've left and gone away To the rise of demise and acid rain Where epidermis boils Quintessence abolished and spoiled; Grand scent of desiccant Miff's so indelicate Caveats and feats of nothing; No rise My apotheosis' hellish paradise*
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 4:48 AM UTC
Aeon Paradise
*Arcadia, or what is now spliced of aeons' great Gates of gold that rust in hate Islands on grim sulfur lakes; I have no demeanors that wait They've left and gone away To the rise of demise and acid rain Where epidermis boils Quintessence abolished and spoiled; Grand scent of desiccant Miff's so indelicate Caveats and feats of nothing; No rise My apotheosis' hellish paradise*
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 4:48 AM UTC
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