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Under layers of solid rock, far removed from the shifting tides and having weathered all acts of god are the artifacts of the glory vibe.
The holy unrecognizable lighting up real cigarettes, cursed by ex lives.
Drinking only to free themselves from the hands of cruel women in another man's home, from the graves of good friends on the side of the road.
No posture no proof of the one night stand just shadows and stories and the blood on their hands.
The timeworn juvenihlists struck fear until the bones collapsed.
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