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Current mood:SLAM! Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I don't know what it means either, this place in the ether, return, defeat her, repeat and delete for king, country, castle, cloud, collick clown and freezing frown torn apart and restated delusion what's left is far from illusion. The fuse, in theory, the next best thing to the bang, the third best thing to the fire, that licks across lips and slides shadows across our faces, each one a mask, without the better blast begun the bitter blocks break brazen, bold.
8:55 PM
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