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Dec 2015
He asked for everything taking nothing of himself .
We often bleed are emotions to become statues rather than the people we thought ourselves once to be.

No magic in contact just mystery in are presence the story is ever changing.

And the verse subjective as I choose it to be .

Poison was the pen for me today.
Xaiver Crowley
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Xaiver Crowley
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