Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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I found a home in the spent wax of your candle
You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond
Stealing the worship of the muse's boyfriends
If you have to scream to be heard, you have nothing profound to say
What the Thunder Said
immortality of the soul in a nonjudgmental world of the dead
Charles Bukowski
voltage
Our eyes reflect the light of dead suns
Chunk Candles
I have lost many things, so many
Wax poetic
The highways are the capillaries of the earth
Music You Listen to When You're Depressed
Vancomycin
god help me
Luke's Scar
Work is worship
Patsy Cline
Wrong Turn
'nuff said
boring
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