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Another word of passion to fill a dream, tiring of the Lost in pursuit of happiness schemes, itching at a chance to Call for the virgins soft gleam, undoubtable fall Upon forgotten gods crumbled skin, is nothing but Desolate hope to endless means.

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luna

American

Published: Mar 4, 2011
LinesWords: 543

Notes: I really dislike rhyming like that..

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