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Bleak Comfort
Dirty water
Leaks
From a
Spored ceiling
Wings of
Your inner
Demons
Surround me
In a
Warm
Caress
Of...
No,
No I can't
Possibly
Let these,
Let your,
Demons,
Their brittle
Wings,
Comfort me.
But
They
Do
Leaks
From a
Spored ceiling
Wings of
Your inner
Demons
Surround me
In a
Warm
Caress
Of...
No,
No I can't
Possibly
Let these,
Let your,
Demons,
Their brittle
Wings,
Comfort me.
But
They
Do
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