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Black robe pulled from storage Needs chrysanthemums in pockets The doors, watch the doors Scythian bound in chains in Trapezounta Potential catechumen wandering catacomb floors Could lay sixty thousand Venetian merchants to waste With Laban's sword And in the south sojourn

The infinite Erythraean

Reverse cross sign Ironic hitlahavut Cause blades of glass to rhyme And Marie to change her tide

Burnt hand baking soda bread The quantum risks inside my head Would it bleed if I'm unworthy I'll still float but made my bed

I see the forest See the trees But don't see you Though you found me

Black robe pulled from storage Needs chrysanthemums in pockets The doors, watch the doors Scythian bound in chains in Trapezounta Potential catechumen wandering catacomb floors Could lay sixty thousand Venetian merchants to waste With Laban's sword And in the south sojourn The infinite Erythraean Reverse cross sign Ironic hitlahavut Cause blades of glass to rhyme And Marie to change her tide Burnt hand baking soda bread The quantum risks inside my head Would it bleed if I'm unworthy I'll still float but made my bed I see the forest See the trees But don't see you Though you found me
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Getting colder, nice time of year