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Who Am I? A nature device with city eyes and ***** fingers with too short nails. A product of the technology era prone to disconnect on the worst occasions. Peeling hands that tremble and shake with conversations just a little too thin. Resurrect a god and ask him why left. the moon will not answer your dying breath. who am i?
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
Who Am I?
Who Am I? A nature device with city eyes and ***** fingers with too short nails. A product of the technology era prone to disconnect on the worst occasions. Peeling hands that tremble and shake with conversations just a little too thin. Resurrect a god and ask him why left. the moon will not answer your dying breath. who am i?
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
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