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Oct 2015
I am simply a rough caretaker of my
Temple, vessle, canvas, corpse..
Whatever it may be
There is so much more than you can see
Too much if we were able to we'd be overwhelmed
Our eyes would probably burn out of our skulls
Because among the deamons we manage to see
Angels
Random, rough draft
Clara the Clairvoyant
Written by
Clara the Clairvoyant  19/California
(19/California)   
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   Eiliv Advena, Cecil Miller and SPT
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