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Jul 2013
I felt the cosmos of absinthe in your macerated body, Lilith
I drank your blood and your body
The gloom is our God at the Parisian night
Moan like a real woman, Lilith, moan
Turco Dimas
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Turco Dimas
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     Lior Gavra, --- and Gary Muir
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