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Feb 2016
I understand now when they say he spoke with a silver tongue. His words flowed from his lips like beads of mercury, mesmerizingly beautiful, but toxic nonetheless.
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       Maple Mathers, Nora, Wanderer, KILLME and AfterImage
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