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candles Pyro-matic matrix Wings of wax take me to the chthonic stylites Mania shifter Famine orb drifter Chose to practice hubris Instead of love Blinded
Stylites Cackles down at you from above Happy juice Gotcha loose Such a liar cnd yet you are facing awful truths Poor seduced Little crier Pulled up by his
tangible See me show you my Stylite sun dance Oh I fear it's so No more answers so I shall engage in Anything to end this Culminating amputating build up
know at all A stylite unbecoming Clumsy reading of the palm Erie in the dark Softlight kitchen whispering The canyon held for us no answers Do you
styling in a room they like the way a nigga styling I’m the flyest in the room but nigga i don’t need no stylite I be somewhere in the mood the reason
stylite, tu attendras pénétré par la douceur accueillante du vide. Et cela encore est faux: n’attends pas. Sans prévenir, ils te prendront, ces mots que tu
old ways try to outgrow Bragging right for parasite Hail Mary church lit candle light True grit shot like over bite Ascetic to high stylite Genetic
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