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May 2014
To follow a fox into the night is a tale of leafy footsteps,
rattled by the wind.
Warning bells and silent hells but who am i to tell the difference.

Noir, Noir,
a followers eyes tremble in the sight of just a tail.
Hungry wolves await the fool,
now isn't that foxy?

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Be as wise as a serpent, but as harmless as a dove, because devilish tricks linger below thee above.

   Tori Amos - Bells For Her
WARM WINTER
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WARM WINTER  Soulflame Ⓒ
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