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through linen Moral ground can tremble between the chimes Piety filth and all that shivers in black robes Cut it loose, to sliver through the slices of the illusions of what is possible near the pendulum of a carrot Blurred is my sight between vision and shadows whilst bathing vain beauty in thine own reflection Crack sweet flutter pull the air beneath me Swallow me whole devour one's own temptation. |
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