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obscured by the now dreary slow melancholy I had not noticed the lighting day of the bare outside the outside oh I how I ache and mourn in its wake
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
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obscured by the now dreary slow melancholy I had not noticed the lighting day of the bare outside the outside oh I how I ache and mourn in its wake
ossa-putrescere
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
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