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tom waits Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
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Ebbing land Love is like a spine it falls through the body of heat, simulating what you believe to be inviting. When lost you see what was done when had you never leave it alone love, being the small child you never had. it conjures emotion and voids the smile of hatred but hatred is a philosophy leaving love as a prophecy. Man and woman fighting the power heaving towards the south as if their hearts were cold and always trying to be unsettled with stimulation as a fault. If time were bottled it would cease to exist one last man, and one last woman trying to deny, what love really is. |
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