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They raised that tireless butcher’s knife and removed these grand organs am I to say that I can do more when I have eaten so little? There is something about the mace that will not hesitate to slice up every sheet in these rooms. I wasn’t there all those years ago but I am threatened, recovering then failing so soon. Curse every burst and lay flowers on the grave of the boom.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:12 AM UTC
Burst
They raised that tireless butcher’s knife and removed these grand organs am I to say that I can do more when I have eaten so little? There is something about the mace that will not hesitate to slice up every sheet in these rooms. I wasn’t there all those years ago but I am threatened, recovering then failing so soon. Curse every burst and lay flowers on the grave of the boom.
Copyright Josiah Mortimer 2010
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:12 AM UTC
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