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Silent, Like the cool moon blanket, Dreary, like the furnace melting, Further, The night mistakes the identity of the lifeless, Fast, Growing outside to be, for devils and nightmares of thee, SHADOWS Growing, beneath the stairwells, Last, First, Past, All of the day's aghast' the haze, For all the sages could now enrage, The battle of omeui, BREATHE She hurry's to the place, Where she can not only un-decide my person, But the life of the broken, Will turn unspoken GUA Sun light, Soft weak and low, Dying ill manner, Follows, The gale of the morrow, Bestill's all the sorrow, Of kill's of the.... Sheep in the life... On streets with the knife
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
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Silent, Like the cool moon blanket, Dreary, like the furnace melting, Further, The night mistakes the identity of the lifeless, Fast, Growing outside to be, for devils and nightmares of thee, SHADOWS Growing, beneath the stairwells, Last, First, Past, All of the day's aghast' the haze, For all the sages could now enrage, The battle of omeui, BREATHE She hurry's to the place, Where she can not only un-decide my person, But the life of the broken, Will turn unspoken GUA Sun light, Soft weak and low, Dying ill manner, Follows, The gale of the morrow, Bestill's all the sorrow, Of kill's of the.... Sheep in the life... On streets with the knife
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
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