Bowels
Of
Smoking
Ghosts
TheFires
Of
The
Night
Last
Night
Be
Still
In
You
And
In
My
Last
Days
In
The
Artist's
Gown
I
Burn
The
Incense
To
My
Summit
Muse
I
Need
Not
Dawn
For
This
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