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APPROACH MY ALTAR WITH FEET AND HEART LAID BARE: I AM GOLD CAST ANTLER CROWNS AND T HE SMELL OF BURNING IN YOUR HAIR. I AM THE ABRUPT DECEIT OF DARK WATER, I AM SON, I AM DAUGHTER. I AM THE FOREST MADE HOLY, THE BRANCHES WHICH HOLD UP THE SKY. I AM MOTHER OF SHARP TEETH AND FATHER OF NATURE'S LIE.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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APPROACH MY ALTAR WITH FEET AND HEART LAID BARE: I AM GOLD CAST ANTLER CROWNS AND T HE SMELL OF BURNING IN YOUR HAIR. I AM THE ABRUPT DECEIT OF DARK WATER, I AM SON, I AM DAUGHTER. I AM THE FOREST MADE HOLY, THE BRANCHES WHICH HOLD UP THE SKY. I AM MOTHER OF SHARP TEETH AND FATHER OF NATURE'S LIE.
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Aug 14, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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