Specialty Recipe For Fallen Comrades Left For Dead, by Tim Pozzi |
seminal rememberance trade trajectory for fallen objects, the satellite sky forbidden cries and out for justice, out for blood they scream pushing their logic on the membrane, pushing their fate on other's relations and false accusations... but love? not so much. |
Posted: 2007-03-26 15:56:51 UTC |
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