04-26-2018, 05:00 PM
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A SEMI-CONSCIOUS SORROW SLEEPING IN THE BED I'VE MADE
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family:arial; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify; width: 515px; margin-top: -2px;"][color=#171719]THAT MOST UNRESTFUL BED, THAT MOST ORIGINAL OF SINS; AND YOU'LL SAY THAT'S WHAT I GET WHEN I LET AMBITION WIN. I'D HATE TO LET YOU DOWN, SO I'LL LET THE WATERS RISE AND DROWN MY DULL REFLECTION IN THE NAÃÂVE EXPECTATION OF YOUR EYES. BACK IN A CAST BIT-PART, BACK WHEN I FELT MOST FREE, I HAD A BUTCHER'S HEART AND NO-ONE THOUGHT THEY KNEW ME. [color=transparent]xxx「 SONG. PINTEREST. INFORMATION. PLOTTING. 」xxx (I'M NO SAVIOUR OF YOURS) [color=transparent]xxxxxx
「 but meantime there is the body laid out in front of him, 」
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