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the roaring lion inside reduced to timid ash ***** sheets and empty hearts calling out from the desert fata morgana? a call from the past... if you were a cube on the sand, with the hot desert wind cooling down all hopes of reconciliation a ghost of the past that's what you've become you chose to be fly away you falcon, find another prey i'll hide until you come back an illusion of being
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
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the roaring lion inside reduced to timid ash ***** sheets and empty hearts calling out from the desert fata morgana? a call from the past... if you were a cube on the sand, with the hot desert wind cooling down all hopes of reconciliation a ghost of the past that's what you've become you chose to be fly away you falcon, find another prey i'll hide until you come back an illusion of being
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Apr 12, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
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