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so, gather round where i stand & listen: THAT now by autumn's rumblin' season; the world & Heaven's army is moving forward, to war. All within my closed eyes: dream if i could -- i would. And now All is clear we're all insane under rows of personae's saber sharp-tooth'd kiss and we, dear...are bleeding beneath a lowering curtain called, "The robe of Ghosts." :: 11-06-2016 ::
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
The Robe of Ghosts
so, gather round where i stand & listen: THAT now by autumn's rumblin' season; the world & Heaven's army is moving forward, to war. All within my closed eyes: dream if i could -- i would. And now All is clear we're all insane under rows of personae's saber sharp-tooth'd kiss and we, dear...are bleeding beneath a lowering curtain called, "The robe of Ghosts." :: 11-06-2016 ::
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Nov 12, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
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