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Traditional knowledge eludes you.Harboring woe, as a jealous jewel;Entrenched in greed,though it keeps you among us, you're no longer with us.As Chris..
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Warning
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Night at a museum.
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Got caught up.
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Spirituality cannot be understood, without the torment of life.
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Your roots propagate natures injustice;Sucking syrupy nectar, strangling soil.Lavender bursts among you,deceiving this onlooking witness;A delusional ..
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The tantalizing touch of your radiance,Disguising a specter within.Every breath you inhale, breeds;Those glowing embryos.Their wailing echos the wake,..
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Something different.
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As he walked in silently, and grasped her hand, she knew.
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Staying up so late, I used to be fake.
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