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rocked in the cradle of the deep
brother, i am fire
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i despise my friends more than you
not from the whole wide world
let us pity those who are better off than we are
gloom
i wonder where you live
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things

 



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