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December 2012
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November 2012
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October 2012
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i know you’ve got a god-shaped hole /
you’re bleeding out your heart full of soul
September 2012
9 posts
the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming; we have everything life is thundering blissful towards death in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
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