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The gold that's laid by not but quill malaise is fought to germ it seems there is a precedent to wrestle with the worm so deep within your cauldron meld the timeless triune brew a sprig of life, a grain of truth mixed with a sanguine hue and sally forth between the dross as talus piles abound by loaf of bread and jug of wine not meat alone is found
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
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The gold that's laid by not but quill malaise is fought to germ it seems there is a precedent to wrestle with the worm so deep within your cauldron meld the timeless triune brew a sprig of life, a grain of truth mixed with a sanguine hue and sally forth between the dross as talus piles abound by loaf of bread and jug of wine not meat alone is found
lloyd-hargrove
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
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