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HE              SHE               WE Seek shelter through the storm EYES         CAN'T         SEE Nature's wisdom as she forms PARTS          BREAK          FREE Amongst debrie of broken dreams NEW       LIFE      BREATHES Amidst decaying, dead treacheries WHY          ASK          WHY Layers pile one upon the last RAIN       TEARS       DRY Each new life fed by its past A        STRANGENESS       TO This rythm, this bittersweet song PRIMITIVE        IS        TRUTH We live and die yet always belong
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
PRIMITIVE IS TRUTH
HE              SHE               WE Seek shelter through the storm EYES         CAN'T         SEE Nature's wisdom as she forms PARTS          BREAK          FREE Amongst debrie of broken dreams NEW       LIFE      BREATHES Amidst decaying, dead treacheries WHY          ASK          WHY Layers pile one upon the last RAIN       TEARS       DRY Each new life fed by its past A        STRANGENESS       TO This rythm, this bittersweet song PRIMITIVE        IS        TRUTH We live and die yet always belong
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kelly-michelle
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
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