"Breathe in not the clove that gestates with distinction...But
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rather, the sophisticated stench of the clearly wounded"
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A champion, certainly not at his best...Choking with personal
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distress...Reaching reconciliation. Like a crab in the wet
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sand...Mine and your object of obsession. Because it's no
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longer the thought that counts. Hence the new twist on life as
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we know it...A different mask for a different day.
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It's a tempting world we live in. It's sublime, without
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treatment or release...A new man, from what we believe to be
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an excruciation of the truth. So how many licks does it
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take?... to get to the bottom of the barrel?
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Public Aquarian Freebase
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December Wolves |