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Bullets Sell Cheaper Than Sells Bread
Lest We End The Eden Of Our Age
… Whose Relics Last Where Epics Are Lost
In The Fief Of Forgotten Gods
Gratitude Is No Pla(y)titude
The Funeral Of His Famed Orgasms
Under Soulful Shade Of That Tamarind Tree
Every Morning Is A Prism Of The Soul
If You Don’t Find Me On Wikipedia
Reaping Rustles Of The Fall
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