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May 2013
don't sleep there.

there
are the jam rooks of simple.
there, slings a bovine and a lamp. a frozen yodel.
you
might might be the next angel
but you're not awake.

don't be quiet yet. you have more mouths than you can feed Oblivion.

and you hate me a little.

they say.

as I recall.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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   Taylor Henry, Dag J and Anonymous
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