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Beautiful destroyer. Runaway Doves; stained clouding. A beautiful woman, bittered by reality. Fleeing this earth, dressed in black. Reaching for the sky, for a clearer conscious. Her relic soul, to be rested on the holy billows. Going up in smoke, an Angel of Azure.
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Going Up In Smoke
Beautiful destroyer. Runaway Doves; stained clouding. A beautiful woman, bittered by reality. Fleeing this earth, dressed in black. Reaching for the sky, for a clearer conscious. Her relic soul, to be rested on the holy billows. Going up in smoke, an Angel of Azure.
This one is to the Burning Tyres at The Factory.
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South African
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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