| haven't you heard? i'm a maverick. |
[Feb 19, 2009 | 3:28pm] |
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i'll set to the task if that's all you ask. for you i'll sell my soul away. these rows of masks i have stowed away--are sure to get me through it. but when the sun lays low (there's no use for hope) and the trees shiver then i know: i'm left on my own silver shard horizons ; finally exhausted rebellion ; the darkest parts have lost to searching
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