Wake up, empty head...
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Lonewolf walks a line of confliction.Moonchild ripe with dangling beads.
Captivate me.
Breathing is hard,
This altitude is causing sickness...
I'm a vicious sort of romantic.
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soDVZNCNDO: Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo, You adhere to a…
