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this is where i lay my Head, let my Brain remain aSleep, dream of Rays n razor's Edge, fetch a Blade n slay the Sheep,, seep the Sheers n near the Ledge, shed the Tears n steer the Ship, shifting Gears n piercing Threats: threading Needles  --  wielding Stitches.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
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this is where i lay my Head, let my Brain remain aSleep, dream of Rays n razor's Edge, fetch a Blade n slay the Sheep,, seep the Sheers n near the Ledge, shed the Tears n steer the Ship, shifting Gears n piercing Threats: threading Needles  --  wielding Stitches.
"This visage  --  no mere veneer of vanity - is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant  --  vanished." - V http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACUpr5GvVsE _
robert-pulsen
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
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