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Quies Letum: And darkness fell
Be my razor, yet tell me not to destroy your canvas. Tell me not to play with fire, While you burn and I wanted to touch you, To taste you. You practiced every line so much It wasn't even real anymore was it? This is a collection of
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Perhaps... I'm not really sure what I'll look like. That's partially why I'm doing it.
And I'm thinking of cutting my hair rather short, shorter than it's been for almost a decade. And if I don't get any money soon, I'll be forced to do it myself with a pair of clippers. That could go so deliciously wrong...
Cloves are for pussies...