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Apr 2015
being the silence's only hope
her angel eyes fell up the *****
hope springs nothing but fallen faith
time brings nothing but scars

ours are lights that matches start
our matches strike their chord
we light our angel eyes on fire
if only because we're bored
—I
Ivy Collins
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Ivy Collins  A tribal cult on the moon
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