| By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE -- out of TIME. from "Dream-Land" Edgar Allan Poe |










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Ginger Sisco Cook
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.maybe god is a woman too ...
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when you taste the truth you will
see like others before me, to you
i am past, a story to tell
tell it.
besiktas iskele
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when you taste the truth you will
see like others before me, to you
i am past, a story to tell
tell it.