will you, dearest, mark my words? carve these incantations into the still of the earth. as you hover half way between life and death I'll mutter this song; I'll do my best. capsulized within my own jealousy sprouting roots to feast on others sympathy. bleak it may seem and hard to hear, the truth is a weapon that all should fear. I will I swear the
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