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moonshine A kinship to the cobwebs that are laid low among the hedges beside the harlot maidens warped head.. 001004
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s.s.s. State Of My Dream_Web

O what tangled webs we weave
when first we practice to perceive
that which beyond our logic lies
and which in turn the heart belies.

We fear to be what we've become
and live in altered states of Numb;
we seal at once with frantic key
when inner true dares disagree--

If this is Limbo, wing me free;
I'd rather roast in hellish glee!
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