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You Me Ghosts of what was In a world of what is We hear feel see create... What, really? What is now is what was then What is to come is what has left. They're not looking, They can't see. Come Be nothing With me
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Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
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You Me Ghosts of what was In a world of what is We hear feel see create... What, really? What is now is what was then What is to come is what has left. They're not looking, They can't see. Come Be nothing With me
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Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
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