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Apr 2016
What wicked waking day has thou cast upon me?

For fallen forsaken I shall rise and rise again.

Take this turmoil upon yourself for I take you upon my back.

Keep all neurotic speech ever rescinded, for tonight you burn with me.
Kancer
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Kancer
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