MALADDENDUMS
1.06.2006
(then on)
My brain is a call to the old city lights that always held me for a home.
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(from discorporated)
(a break in ales)
(and we bare)
(and flies away)
(on gilded pawns)
(stake in ears)
(days of rescue)
(counts away)
(off mourning)
(with brightened angels)
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