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Feb 2014
I remember when I discovered
what it meant to sit with Dionysus
in a swaying room
talking in tongues.

Though some may call it foolish,
I feel that I am more wise
for being able to recognize
the taste and feel
of Poison.
It's nice being a lightweight.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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