the soul aches as midnite creeps closer and somewhere above angels smile down upon us, the nite is a magician with a childs eye, everything is new again, reborn virtues at a martyrs expense, my words, my soul, i give them both to you, yet they are one, how do they taste?.. and somewhere,streetcorner prophets proclaim the end is near for all of us, and all i can say is, was it good for you?Birth sign: Libra
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