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When your dreams all die, and mornings are no longer mornings, and all you can feel is a cold wind blow through your spine. Then you should know it's a sign to grab onto your rotten flesh and set it ablaze with the sickness that grows in all of us.
The Art of Staying Warm in a Cold Dark World
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When your dreams all die, and mornings are no longer mornings, and all you can feel is a cold wind blow through your spine. Then you should know it's a sign to grab onto your rotten flesh and set it ablaze with the sickness that grows in all of us.
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