Flowers Wilt, by Loneliness is condescending
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Elemental aspirations of wavering intellectual speculation diminishing this brittle mastermind controlling every recollection touching delicately on my soul hands drenched in blood shed by a kiss |
| Posted: 2007-12-12 08:58:32 UTC |
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| 2006-01-01 05:39:36 | lost the lonely dead |
| i hope you do more with this or is it done its really kinda sad though too | |