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After Midnight The narcissists fall After Midnight A new lyric calls After Midnight The bugles will blow After Midnight There’s more left to know After Midnight The lizards collect After Midnight All tales to reflect After Midnight The ticking won’t stop After Midnight The bottom has topped After Midnight A cancerous tome After Midnight Malignancy known After Midnight Betray and deceive After Midnight Alone in the siege After Midnight All footsteps fall deaf After Midnight Last palate uncleft After Midnight New story to front After Midnight A star for the dunce After Midnight The comets rebel After Midnight The coroners yell After Midnight A suit made of steel After Midnight Its melting reveals After Midnight The plain and the slack After Midnight There’s no turning back After Midnight A sacred oath sworn After Midnight All memory forlorn After Midnight The wheels bend and turn After Midnight Lost vision relearns After Midnight False birth is stillborn After Midnight Old vestments are torn After Midnight The here and the now After Midnight That one sacred cow After Midnight Past-Future unseen After Midnight —new eyes that believe (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
After Midnight
After Midnight The narcissists fall After Midnight A new lyric calls After Midnight The bugles will blow After Midnight There’s more left to know After Midnight The lizards collect After Midnight All tales to reflect After Midnight The ticking won’t stop After Midnight The bottom has topped After Midnight A cancerous tome After Midnight Malignancy known After Midnight Betray and deceive After Midnight Alone in the siege After Midnight All footsteps fall deaf After Midnight Last palate uncleft After Midnight New story to front After Midnight A star for the dunce After Midnight The comets rebel After Midnight The coroners yell After Midnight A suit made of steel After Midnight Its melting reveals After Midnight The plain and the slack After Midnight There’s no turning back After Midnight A sacred oath sworn After Midnight All memory forlorn After Midnight The wheels bend and turn After Midnight Lost vision relearns After Midnight False birth is stillborn After Midnight Old vestments are torn After Midnight The here and the now After Midnight That one sacred cow After Midnight Past-Future unseen After Midnight —new eyes that believe (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
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