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Jan 2013
The lifeless nights
The fog-filled days
I miss my step
You are my crutch

But to trust in you
Is to trust in Satan
The healing you offer
Is vile and tainted

Yet in my eagerness,
In my haste
I gave way to your seduction
And I became sedated.
Mercury Slo
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Mercury Slo
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   Chuck
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