Jun 2015
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Can't freeze a caludron with only witchbone and cigarette dreams.
No sir; I live in the city not a
surreality. The smoke can kiss my collarbone, not my vexed mind.
The only thing I am is the color of lightning and all I have to offer is my glass.
As in hour, not luminous wine.
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°
•
'
¤
Can't freeze a caludron with only witchbone and cigarette dreams.
No sir; I live in the city not a
surreality. The smoke can kiss my collarbone, not my vexed mind.
The only thing I am is the color of lightning and all I have to offer is my glass.
As in hour, not luminous wine.
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I'm losing my ******* mind and no one can help.
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