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Boiling in wells down deep and low my hunger waits as a lion growing teeth nobody knows how I ache to burn if so they would be well acquainted with ash you may push back the cliffs and raise armies sharp and miserable what will you gain what will you prove besides that my bones thirst for violence?
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
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Boiling in wells down deep and low my hunger waits as a lion growing teeth nobody knows how I ache to burn if so they would be well acquainted with ash you may push back the cliffs and raise armies sharp and miserable what will you gain what will you prove besides that my bones thirst for violence?
b-wasserman
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
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