Welcome to day seven, by Loneliness is condescending
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Today of ice and snow met with a head bearing wind screaming whispering softly urging me to flee to stay and hind break the fight free them peace and love sing to them the war and feed them hate |
| Posted: 2006-07-26 03:47:12 UTC |
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| 2006-08-11 18:24:49 | Faith |
| I like it... the chaos draws me. | |
| 2006-10-06 16:17:56 | lost the lonely dead |
| strange it seems strange to me right now | |