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Apr 2015
From her neuroticisms
I derive my witticisms.
The soul wants to be,
Mind fights to unsee
The merry play before me

Who shalt thou ask?
Such an arduous task.

Do what thou wilt...

The honest Scotsman
Lay bare his kilt
crowley thelema mother life existential
Written by
mark david  liverpool
(liverpool)   
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