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 The East It's the taste of honey and oats wrapped in cinnamon smoke the censor gives off byzantine heat  frankincense from the east my ...

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    Things That You Cannot See  Nothing is warmer than a sunset Indiana's eve blows a breeze that can balance the universe green grass haze ...
  • Paper Trails and Providence
    Paper Trails and Providence True art is not aggrandized and it scares monsters away monsters make mad metaphors in mystery I pray as gr...
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    Slip like Lightning All energy returns to ground the universe demands balance I tried to taste someone new but couldn't pull the trigger...