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Soular FieldI left you in my garden, running from those withered andSoular Field
infertile promises of blood roses past and dreams of dreams that have given birth to dreams... of things left bare and forgotten
before anyone had ever beared them. I thought for a moment that the lost islands
were a place to call home, but they told me very plainly that I wasn't their's, not yet anyway. The ferns could curl in the way my toes did
when you asked me to keep talking. Maybe that's why your ectoplasmic residue haunts my synaptic gaps. Lay that honey suckle next to the void in my vortex. You can't ch
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Abnormally Attracted To Sin
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"Aim Low...Achive Your Goals...And...Avoid Disapointment!"
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