The High Priestess
When he was a child he was always waiting.Sometimes he knew what he was waiting for.&
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When he was a child he was always waiting.Sometimes he knew what he was waiting for.&
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Sitting in front of the murky Han River, I don’t even see my own reflections. I
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I’m listening to one’s hallowed hootingWhile the night’s cutting breeze shifts on further,Though the noise suggests
Damn doggrabs the stuffed animal and then leaves. I delete all the distractions on my phone
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Rose’s nose kept falling off. It was a nice one, not just a foam ball but
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Great gamble of genesA knife to the chestDrove deeper each timeI’m less than my bestFear fuels
If I say, creaky floorboards,you’ll know it’s someone sneaking up where they’re not wanted.It seems indelicate