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three gods I keep to myself; the eyes of time seeking out querents and prophets and silently slip by my Cassandrian lips; how your perception of my truth is it's own lie; crossroads crows sought a surreptitious saunce but I don't know if you'd like staying
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Crossroads Crows
three gods I keep to myself; the eyes of time seeking out querents and prophets and silently slip by my Cassandrian lips; how your perception of my truth is it's own lie; crossroads crows sought a surreptitious saunce but I don't know if you'd like staying
lars-kadel
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
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