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Jun 2017
They are our illusions
They are our degree
The roots of what we step
Foot in
And the lack of unseen

Muderous tribes
Come to the feast
Sparing nothing less
Leaving only
Good intentions
Karisa Brown
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Karisa Brown
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     -A- and Reverend Jesus Christ Rapist
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