ScapeGoat
Our Wines Now Faint,
When Full Moon Paints.
A Lane Down No Gain,
And Guilt That Taints.
Perfect Affection Vained,
Within Sanctum Rained.
Yet, To One So Plain,
You Kept Me Sane.
When Full Moon Paints.
A Lane Down No Gain,
And Guilt That Taints.
Perfect Affection Vained,
Within Sanctum Rained.
Yet, To One So Plain,
You Kept Me Sane.
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5:11 AM
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