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Apr 2014
oz
follow the shallow skipped stone
you're off to see the blunder
the wonderful fury & cause

Branches black wound thick
Around the face of truth
Spin it till you're sick
Build it to the roof
Smoke it to ash
Burn it to hell
Trade it for cash
Cover the smell.

Ashes to gashes, Lust to Husk
You may have passion but not my trust.

-r0
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