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domingo, 11 de outubro de 2009


Sifting through the wreckage. at a hundred miles an hour.

Searching for a night club. a source of worship power.

Grabbing worn out cast off lovers. throwing out a trail of

Need or more. i never called you baby. made the necessary

Motion. swallowed pride for peace of mind. while

Swimming in your ocean. i always had to fit. or be aware of

It or more.

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