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Cancer Spells
Miscommunicated, disEnchanted, disconnected, disillusioned state
You, as the epicenter of this Mushroom Kingdom
Wondrous fermentations carried out in smashed pumpkins
They were broken from the start
This is you, this is you.
Evaporating from the misty mountain tops
Is the nativity of these immaculate prophecies
Fostered in every garnish, garden, green, gorge and grove
Vesuv...
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