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Four Sins Past SainthoodThis place lulls me with the serenity of a small town after dark, causing my fingertips to cringe at the forthought of autumn whispering from the wet ground. My tires turn on a dark deserted road casuing a scream of rubber on cement.Four Sins Past Sainthood
I drove too far too fast in a car that almost couldn't make it just to turn bacck around again and head in the direction I should be going.
I am far too vague chasing after a phantom of Zoe Trope. My memories are just a backwash of unwanted saltwater and saline seeping between parched lips. I remember they way Marissa sounded as she reached up twords an imaginary column upon a stage and
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