You know
Without knowing
I know
I know nothing
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The Snow is Here
Sydney Woods
Poutin3
Doused in firey oil. Curdled white matter. Drowned in gooey sticky tarry dark sauce. I'll turn you into shit.
Sydney Woods
Bitten, Biter, Bitter
Sorrowful Sisters, One bitten, One biter. Sadness comes from both ends. Both Apertures. Sorrow comes from Being Bitten, yes. But sorrow...
Sydney Woods
Fierce Beginning
I wish I knew How you do it How you Smile at me When you hear me Roar I'm not a ferocious beast I'm a Frivolous Young Thing Yet You know...
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