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A bad, low darkness. A beautiful darkness. A sad assumption. It can't be flesh opposed to death: play safe, they say, but play and play till you're played out. Bite my bitter little manzanita apple. You're exactly alike, aren't you, sensitive and lonesome for a voice.
It can't be flesh opposed to death:
play safe, they say, but play and play till you're played out.
Bite my bitter little manzanita apple.
You're exactly alike, aren't you, sensitive and lonesome for a voice.
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