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Late stage capitalism in the bleak midwinter
But under my freckled face that is what I am, simply a skeleton, lost if not used as a muse for direction
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But a Pale Sin
and what was I to them but a pale sin. Forgiveable in the moonlight.
But under my freckled face that is what I am, simply a skeleton, lost if not used as a muse for direction
and what was I to them but a pale sin. Forgiveable in the moonlight.
Aura Four 