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Jun 2015
Hollow the name and you may find follow another’s shame and you may blind.  Hear Mind’s alike different for certain, closing life to it’s curtain for the act is presented yet by the wise resented caring still gone amidst the one whom follow their tongue clear as those that know angels dear and yet things still cling to their own ear. Worthy of purpose and wanting the wise rhetoric’s that cause devilish spies at infernal flame given back into it’s rise. Forces moving the moment ticking away from an intangible clock day over night, dark unto light. The purpose purposed punishable on the after flickers of a soul come to us a vessel astriding the fancy of phantoms that see the hope of origins mystery with the ecstatic glee woven in by the spirit for free
tloco
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tloco  Salem, OR
(Salem, OR)   
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