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if sleep is the cousin of death why does it seem so infinitely appealing? crimes of passion committed against the moon when searching in the wrong realm there is an urge to outsource your remaining affections scars will never get through to you how things are or what they were my scars will never see through you as i want them to with the sun comes heat with the moon comes cold unity of opposites causes stagnation infiltration of the human condition knives with dull blades save me but do not help me ever
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
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if sleep is the cousin of death why does it seem so infinitely appealing? crimes of passion committed against the moon when searching in the wrong realm there is an urge to outsource your remaining affections scars will never get through to you how things are or what they were my scars will never see through you as i want them to with the sun comes heat with the moon comes cold unity of opposites causes stagnation infiltration of the human condition knives with dull blades save me but do not help me ever
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
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