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im looking at you through a veil a shroud of detritus and decay rain falling on my skin crystal skies turn to gray tired eyes drooping down to the ground |
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| Death of a Rose | typhoid, I love digging all these little gems out of the earth. I'm starting my own company to search them out. But do it randomly. | 031010 |
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| typhoid | intersting. i'm digging some out now too, to put into publication. stories of the house i live in from a different age. i'm The CZar now, though once i was just another pilgrim on the path. truly, all things do come to pass. | 031209 |