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little black bird
A hot cup of tea, golden sun over me.
Charmer please don't try that stuff here.
Can you comprehend a sleepless year?
I don't believe in clarity in the form of a
good nights rest and I don't want what
ever it is the elixir could be curing. I'm
fond of my demons they keep my iron
full of vigor.
Something better. Something in between.
