the matches
Let flame encounter
Drought wood
We must burn up
Carbon
itself
Until they are convinced
We were always in too little of a hurry
To die
Penniless as a dog in the grave we prepared for them
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
the matches
Let flame encounter
Drought wood
We must burn up
Carbon
itself
Until they are convinced
We were always in too little of a hurry
To die
Penniless as a dog in the grave we prepared for them
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