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Nov 2015
Lacking ample reason, I set you on a pedestal carved out of stone.

And I said, I'll be back in a season, I'm not really gone,

I just fed what starved us; the black of the night of doubt while alone.
Atypnoc
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Atypnoc  Richland
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