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Autumn Offering The Ghost

this world? Where were you? I don't know. I gave it all, and you gave none. What's left inside is left undone. This time confronted, with all these ghosts

this world? Where were you? I don't know. I gave it all, and you gave none. What's left inside is left undone. This time confronted, with all these ghosts

rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering

to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England