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As shadow flees the
burning sun, I escape my heart's captor, carrying my core through a dark,
gloomy cave; my sewer of..
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Filthy people
slowly inch across the street like great, fat salmon fighting upstream against the most powerful current. D..
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Black tales flow from
darker ink.
Terrible, tall towers
are traced by louring hands.
Stories revealing
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Paired with Neutral Milk Hotel's "Communist Daughter".
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