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#344
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Three-hundred ninety-four, three-hundred ninety-five, three-hundred ninety-six...
Yep. I don't mind, though. I don't have much to talk about anyway tonight.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 06-07-2011, 09:45 PM
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