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Oh, her soul we caress and obsess this imitation of death.
Ersatz grin; I am now silhouette of what I used to be- -
I light the fire then take a sip
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by Black Narcissus 15 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 12 8:32 AM. In Absinthe
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I trade my balance for this green magic.
The cost of psychic talents, tragic.by Green Manalishi 20 lines, 16 comments, on Mar 1 4:55 PM 2007. In Absinthe, Dark, Drinking Humor, Lyrics, Weird -
Morpheus! i scream, send not such torments to me, thine own hand seems thrust within my soul! such anguish to the faithful?
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time, the sands lining my eyes, heiroglyphic- the siren call of sweet oblivion trembles in my ears, for lost am i, are we all, when Morpheu
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