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why yes i am the one; of many. the prince; of pennies. counting copper pillars that cage tiny dead symbols of Lincoln of freedom i invade quarters and pillage coffers hidden in dry wall and buried in floorboards those secret panels where you also hoard i am also moored to and if someday Charon, extends his hand and gravely states the price i just may finally be able to afford an eternity: of laughing at this carnival; of screaming on this ride.
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
moths! thieves! rust!
why yes i am the one; of many. the prince; of pennies. counting copper pillars that cage tiny dead symbols of Lincoln of freedom i invade quarters and pillage coffers hidden in dry wall and buried in floorboards those secret panels where you also hoard i am also moored to and if someday Charon, extends his hand and gravely states the price i just may finally be able to afford an eternity: of laughing at this carnival; of screaming on this ride.
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