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Oct 2014
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i
hear you speak in foolish Pride - when
pried apart from all your Fears.  but
Here you wreak of putrid Lies  -  n
smile Scars of all your Tears.




i
hear you speak in foolish Pride - when
pried apart from all your Fears.


.
searing Clutch -- disgusting Taste.
Zombee
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Zombee
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