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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Scott Thomas Outlar


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Maps

Feed me music from the cut of your tongue
the black of your lungs

I need notes for salvation
I need noise like a plague

Spin your soft spells on my skin
live wire spine

I need a song for the darkness
I need a dance when the hour grows stale