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Jan 2019
Swelling face, which sees no light,
endless pits, forever descendant.
Caught your knife, skin of thorn,
pierced by arrows, yet love’s lost.
Heart of a dying love.
Sam the lynx
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Sam the lynx  31/Cold, cold place.
(31/Cold, cold place.)   
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     Fawn, ---, JL Smith, Kalon and Jen
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