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Jun 2018
here comes the
favourite sight
of the mind's
play;

the stars are alive
and marching in
vivace

as the bΓͺte noire
walks in a dying
andante.
gradually slowing, feels like you're going to be even more lacklustre. written by one hell of an impatient person.
Written by
harley r noire  20
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     ---, Fawn, Riham, Austin Ryskamp and JL Smith
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