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Warm hands Barely touching On top of freedom land Flaming fire in the water He is willing to burn up She is cooling down Conjuring chaos Controlled reaction Tangled mess of thoughts Carve out of beautiful words They are like wind and sea Buried mass of emotions Rubble left after strom A torpedo half explode
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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Warm hands Barely touching On top of freedom land Flaming fire in the water He is willing to burn up She is cooling down Conjuring chaos Controlled reaction Tangled mess of thoughts Carve out of beautiful words They are like wind and sea Buried mass of emotions Rubble left after strom A torpedo half explode
Craziness of chaos emalgumated concretely with blazing head.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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