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As the devil rises from bed, the wolf leaves his den. I grew from the grave. The country of ghosts and thieves. You trade in. You trade in your soul. Does this eternal fear bring you back home?
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
Vagrant sketch
As the devil rises from bed, the wolf leaves his den. I grew from the grave. The country of ghosts and thieves. You trade in. You trade in your soul. Does this eternal fear bring you back home?
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
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