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the migration of the birds VI
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the migration of the birds VI |
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rene Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 113 |
Raped by the reaches of far cemetry gates I decided warmed by the wall where the old moss grows To take a ride watch the stars blow out in frantic light and join them. Everything now must end in disaster I'm tired of making nothing faster People exist and only populate Disaster is the true you I'll show you I was real. |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Very deep poem, I liked it alot  |
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rene Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 113 |
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