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Battered veins Eyelids lying heavy Roadmaps of syringes Son of morpheus, Who are you to be? From what land did you fall? Behind your faith Is a tortured paradise Peel back the skin see the damage done Repair whatever is left My aim will stay true You belong to gods With names I do not know Oh Child of the night Who sprouted like the moon
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
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Battered veins Eyelids lying heavy Roadmaps of syringes Son of morpheus, Who are you to be? From what land did you fall? Behind your faith Is a tortured paradise Peel back the skin see the damage done Repair whatever is left My aim will stay true You belong to gods With names I do not know Oh Child of the night Who sprouted like the moon
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
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