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A hot cup of tea, golden sun over me.

Charmer please don't try that stuff here.

Can you comprehend a sleepless year?

I don't believe in clarity in the form of a 

good nights rest and I don't want what 

ever it is the elixir could be curing. I'm 

fond of my demons they keep my iron 

full of vigor. 

Something better. Something in between.