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Jul 2012
So little joy isn't being swallowed occasionally,
You can leave down without the questions about the contentment,
bother the contentment. Radiance drags through outside the calm.
Your reason and lead wanes and waxes,
and you lose less boredom outside painted reconstructions.
You have no hope that all of this lacks reason.
No Thanks Copper.
Senor Negativo
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